BLACK POEMS(AFRICAN POEMS):
TRANSLATED TO KANNADA :BY DR H.S.RAGHAVENDRA RAO.
RETRANSLATED
TO ENGLISH BY DR RAVEENDRA HOSADURGA.
I AM
GRATEFUL O AUTHOUR AND HIS FAMILY MEMBERS.TRANSLATION IS MY HOBBY,SCHOLARS ARE
REUESTED TO CORRECT.
1)NAMELESS
POEM:
(JESON ARM
STRONG ,SOUTH AFRIKA)
At a moment
of severe anger,
Hill’s
peak,alone-naked,
On oneside hot water sea.another cool.
He decided
like this thre:
To stand
in front of wind hit like rock
should not
melt in other.
It should
not be protected
Should not
be arrested by it.
Femae union
is rain’s humidity and and sea’s wet.
What I need
is sunbath
And still
more roughness.
Now in his
body particle particle lust has melted
Intoxication of eye has covered senses.
Again again
I have to tell myself:
’this only this only you wanted’
This
chanting emptiness inside and outside
Somewhere
hides a little.
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2)CITY OF
BANKS:
(JESUN ARM
STRONG,SOUTH AFRIKA)
City of
banks: extention filled with fear
In streets
is hunting dog watch(guard).
Uniforms,gasmasks,comdoms
This is
blood moment, fire is set to earth.
Intoxication of murder is intoxication of supreme joy
No sleep to
anybody, fear filled wild intercourse.
In nerves
and pulses hot blood is flowing like
earthquake
Has blowd
on bony lands
Sickle of
cruelty.
To sleep and
rembering
Choosing
,listing
To make to
happen remaining murders
This is time
of hatred and mad boiling time.
Murdered
hand is getting down,making you to cry.
To burning
heat,land has dried up; this is god’s state.
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3)SONG OF
HEN PECKED HUSBAND:
(A folk song of Yoruba language)
Wife told me,
‘will go to sandy and come’
I also went to sandy
There not available…
There not availabe
Wife was not got by me.
Friend told me,
’will go to shop and come’.
I also went there.
Was not got there
Was not got,
Friend was not got by me.
On that day evening
went to beech
Walk od sand shore there my friend was sleeping(laying down)
under him wife.
Once pricking with knife him and her
Might have killed,might have killed.
Really at that moment.
At that moment only rised up friend
To give me,to give me pair of hundreds note.
Got hundred rupees
note
carried wife along
with, held house’s path.
Those who want to ask
ask why ask
Ater is washing smell
smell of debatury of
body mind.
Money has no smell
money has no anykind of smell.
Ayyo.
To money no smell.
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4)POMEGRANATE:
(jne joseph raberivelo,madagaskar)
Then only born sun
rays
Searching in between branches
catch chest of ripened
pomegranate.
Bite till blood is
poured.
Shaking goal searching
kiss.
Are burning,have powdered
tight tight embrace
To knife pierce
of sun rays
Just now about to pour purple bllod.
It’s taste is still
more sweet
Because it is pregnant by desire.
But it is good
fearful love
In desire of seed pralaya is hidden.
To call of lovely fragrant flower
beloved sun’s womb
donation .
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5)I am lonely(alone):
(LEOPALD SANGHAR, SENEGAL
FROM FRENCH: MELVIN DIKSAN)
I am alone in
bayaluseeme(field egion)
At night dark as empty
Trees have folded
in chills(winter)
Hand lgs have hld body tightly like this
One pressing another.
I am alone in bayaluseeme
At night dark as empty
I swing with despair,
Leaves lost trees bony skeleton.
Where did leaves go ,no murmur
I am lonely in bayaluseeme.
At night dark as empty
Mine is away from
people
In roads
Loneliness of telegraph poles.
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6)love:
(KVESY BREW,GHANA)
We have stood in diversion road
I should be with you
No.
Should move away
Selection is very difficult,I waited for a while.
In head exploding doubt’s deep dark.
You lifted and held my love lamp
In your rich face, Immedeately I came to know s
To me which path is open.
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7)LENIN ROAD:
(CHINUVA ACHIBE,NIGERIA)
Speed means violence.
Power means violence
Even burden(weight)
means much violence.
Small butterfly.
In light feather
In sweet sweet
In goalless,consciousless(knowledgeless) move,
Searched safety.
But
On some day
Our these regions met.
In stony path middle
of forest
In blur light under tree.
Was near me,
Power to both
In hard vision only
inside car,
Was torn into pieces
small butterfly
On stone glass shining
yellow band.
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8)AEROPLANE ATTACK:
(CHINUVA ACHIBE,NYGERIA)
Flied and came death
bird,
From wicked forests of soviet technilogy
It’s arrival how much
quick!
To shake hand of
friend standing that side
Man was crossing road.
Very very slow.
To friend who was cut
into two ,now
Than shake hand of mid day,dignified(solid)
Other worries are there.
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9)ANXIETY(TENSION):
(LENRY PETERS,GAMBIA)
Anxiety of becoming
old
Spreads it’s two
middle wings
Every year still
more broad.
At twenty.
Much success,infinet time
And in intensity
of search of dreams
That anxiety tone
little low.
At thirty
Sudden pierce of pain
In laboratory tests
No hint of danger.
In trouble of day by day
Caught legs
Can’t jump now
Towards sky,
towards moon.
In progress card of
life
red lines are more
now.
What is there to show to world?empty place
May be three childern
World expects it.
What for that,talent is not needed
Labour not needed first only.
But science of guarentee of sixty ten
Seventy years
Is hope sans particle?
Mind satisfaction is melting
At the tip of knife sharp expectations
By this moment life is
not yours
You are it’s property.
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10)DAY OF FINAL JUDGEMENT:
(CIPHO SEPHAMLA,SOUTH AFRICA)
Black people are born
singers
Black people are born runners
Black people are peace lovers
Such fairy tales make
us as dullards.
We have been sucked
with foam of shampene
breath tightening dust
mass is under our neck.
Pain shadow of insult
has filled our life.
Singers
Runners
Peace lovers!
Storm withis not seen
by anybody
Bottom deep
despair hell,to whom it is needed?
Even our child
also now painful equal to that of
pain.
singers
runners
peace lovers
thu sons of bitch,
as it appears to me,next we sing in midnight awakenness
As it appears to me,next we study for life protection
And peace which
we even love now, what it is
I don’t know.
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11)CIVILISATION AHA!
(CISHO SEPAMLA,SOUTH AFRICA)
First time when fig was eaten,
Eden garden’s remembrance happened.
First time when god’s picture was seen
White people’s
remembrance came.
When demon was met on
earth first time,
Black person’s memory came.
Should tell promptly
All these are not
effect of bantu(…..?) education.
This , they tell western
civilization
It’s part.
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12)CAPITAL:
(VOLE SOYINKA,NYGERIA)
How is this possible?
earth protected bud.
Man protected grain
-once I saw waterfalls of grains
From this much broad mouth, as though hit rain has poured
Grain store(kanaja) filled
grain fountain
Your promise,my promise
those grains were singing………
how is this possible?
In some room
somebody’s discussion
Political ethics….. as result of it
Kendas(burning charcoals) of
my life change into ashes.
In adultrated seas
pained earth bottom .
Sour hudugu(hide)
present there
In world market to
bloat breadhelps.
How is this possible?
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13) THIS MUCH ONLY IS POSSIBLE:
(SALOMAN DERESSA,ETHIOPIA):
I swim
in sleep,in secret of dreams.
I hear,
mad silence of mind screams
to love spilling face
I appley colour
in my my breath without colour
In worry that colours are not present.
Dry stick fingures simply search,incolourless empty stomach.
Under softly bent eye
lid,
One ans another black dot.
To your beauty two
dristibottu.
Even one moment did not move, such love your is
Dried up tongue tip ,there your name
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14)MOON OBJECT’S YELLOW JUICE:
(JONATHAN KARIYARA,KENYA)
Lord,
I you take this my
child
Give power to dig his grave to these hands.
On him let cover of soil spread
God,send some rain also
Let there grow green grass
If my house burns into
ashes,
Full chest becoming punjent,,if tears fill eyes,
Then also god send some rain,
Let there grow green grass.
But lord,
Don’t make mad
What I beg is drop drop tears
Head head spoiling
don’t send filling up
Moon hard madness.
Coming running treading kacha pacha
Powdering bones horse group send
I don’t want moon object’s (moon rays?) yellow juice.
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15)MY HEAD IS BIG:
(CHARLS NOKAN,IVORYCOAST)
My head is big.
Eyes are of frogs,
On my head there is a
horn.
BUT from inside
is flowing magic music.
Which is the tree which spreads distributes such rare
fragrance?
Dep black beauty,how
do you flow from frog’s neck?
Listening,seing people ,you tell,
Your feeling is one
illusion.
My this instrument
will not give relief to me
I am not flowing river
Flying thought is not
there before only,
I am one sorrow filled
pond.
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16) ONE SOME PATH MOVER:
They hit him with sticks.
I saw.
He screamed lika sheep which has eaten sword hit
I heard.
Through nostrils hot
blood emitted
To me it’s smell came.
I went to church kneeled in front of god
Lord,
I love you.neighbourer also Amen.
Came out.
On cheek of santha like athma,
like divine lass presses kiss
My heart is feather
light.
I came to house like a prideful hen.
seing crossing those who are standing ,rushed inside.
She came thenm my neighbour
Did you hear? They have killed your brother.
O,no,I did not hear,I went to church and came
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17) without you:
(ODIYA
OPHYMAN,NYGERIA)
When you are no there
My life is a stammer
From tomorrows which are not in existance
Hunted mere skin.
Coming rising up
Continuous fears
Sins which I have not done
Fear saruva(lake…)
Without you in my world
colours die.
Guest who has come to hose
When returns at night
Like light putting off.
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18)WAITED FOR YOU:
(JINDI MANDELA,SOUTH AFRICA)
I had waited for you through out night
In beds of eye opened minutes
Pulled spilled like
black rose
Are withering petals
eye drops heat.
Filled up through out my room ear-heart softly absorbed
Tone.window
patting taka taka sound.
I rised up,
Had opened window
Emitted inside
butterfly like arrow
Silk powder on silk neck.
In hand vibrating butterfly
I kept a long sigh
Kissed softly.
Returned to bed
With me butterfly.
Around my head and lip
Simply
tension(chadapadike)
Last night I had waited for you.
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19)THREE BIRDS:
(JENE JOSEPH RAVERIVALO,MADAGASKAR)
Cutting early morning clouds,pulling out eyes of stars
Tried to throw beyond
sky
Iron bird.steel bird
Is now hided.in cave of reality.
As though shying.
In midst of branches
found in dream,
Searching floating moon,
Drilling valley in air path,
Flesh bird,feather
feather bird,
Gets down with night.
Towards land,between thorn bushes.
Bodyless Videha (bodyless) bird
By it’s stammering
sweet song
Makes mad mind
jails’s watchman(guard).
Next moment only,
Spreading wings which
gve echo flies,
Gives consolation
skywide,worldwide(broad)
retuns to house,
bird not having death and
pain forever.
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20)AFRICA:
(DAVOD DEYOPE,SENEGAL)
Africa my Africa,
Shined in ancint grass lands(meadows)valient’s Africa
On bank of river
sudura
In my grand mother’s songs shining shining Africa.
I have not seen you.
In my vessels vessels your blood is flowing.
To black soil water feeding black blood
Is flowing through my bodyyour sweat’s blood.
Yourlabour’s sweat.
Your jitha’s(slavery) labour,
Africa tell me africa.
You means is it bent
and gone back?
Due to burden of insult
collapsed back
By black and red matks (moles) shaking back
Under burning sun,under dancing whip,
Without lifting
breath,accepting in wishper back.
But one sea answers seriously:
Md son,listen,
Young hard that
tree present there
In midst of dried up white flowers valient lonely tree
Thsat is Africa,yourafrica
It is growing peacefully, contineously
In it’s fruit each moment momentdds
Bitter taste of independence.
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21)EARTH AND SKY:
(JOSAPH MAIJAN BAGNINI,IVORYCOAST)
Earth and sky are infinet
Our cries will not
reach up to there.
I have kept head in between
two stones
It is waste to search for power which gives support.
Merely your grandeur
may give me relief.
Have kept path along empty path
I have crossed hundreds of villages.
Without destroying your creaton,
Where is residence to me
where I can breath?
As an irresponsible
violates alemari(vagabond),
Nights have troubled me and made to fall
I am now nerely one insect
Wingless,nailess, mere one insect.
Angry serpents are
only are my food.
On my head top(netthi) burning sun light
My this hear fruit is getting baked.
Under my feet love has collapsed and fallen
All burden responsible
dress I will detach remove.
White cloth of repentence is enough to me
That joy is new to me.
You only are my life
friend
In between your arms
my forgetfulness.
But make me
Kindlessly like air.
It occupies nature,makes to
degenerate
But I don’t want
heaviness of hating you
Our love source(fountain) is yours only forever.
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22)HOUSE OWNER:
(ASWALD ENTHALY,SOUTH AFRICA)
Owner,
I am unacquainted with you
Kindly will you listento
my mistake acceptance?
I am faceless person.
In your house yard
I reside.
Your dining table,
due to weight of your bread,flesh and fruis
Is collapsing.
Like black horse
which has pulled
coal
has become breathless.
In that your meals
I am partner.
There remains of eaten
food
Which is enjalu(salivated)
Pushes to my lap.
My lovely Lijji
Eat dear eat
Eat stomach full
Tomorrow we will not be there,
eat today only’
right, each night to me fist war.
With your hunting dog
seaser,
Hiding flesh
For bone piece.
With that to drink,
Milk kept to cat.
I am nishachara(night mover)
animal
Passing through fence.
Sleeping with girlfriend
by stealing
Before sun rise only,
Sun rise.
Hunter, searching
Hunting dog,
Before catching cutting
Escape(run away).
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23)sitting in train:
(TOM SIMSON)
I have observed you
are looking beyond
window,sinelont time,
Why,you want to get down?
In this train I am
doing journey since twenty three years
or it appears to me like that.
While doing journey
imagination of time will miss rail
Who knows.just now I have
got into train in previous
station
See, it appears this movement is inevitable.
Many travellers do not know
presence here.
You told it is fearful
to get down you told.
It is inevitable to get down it appears to me.
That matter also is fearful only,but it’s relief later is also fearful.
Sit with me,will you do so?
Hold my hand.
Come with me.I am with you.
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24)DEPARTURE OF MOON:
(JENE JOSEPH RABERIVELO,MADAGASKAR)
Which rat not seen by
eye,
Passing coming
through middle of walls of night
Is biting moon named
milk bread(milk roti)?
Tomorrow after it goes
On milk moon blood
stain marks
Tomorrow morning,
Drank throught out night
acloholics(taddy drinkers).
Thgey see towards moon with opened eyes.
With illusion stammer
like this:
‘rolling on green table siver coin whose is this?’
‘aha’like this another friend writes shara.
Our friend has lost everything and has committed suicide’.
All remaing make fun.
Tremble fall.
Then there will be no moon at all in sky
Rat has carried that
inside it’s bila.
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24)TO MOVE ASIDE:
(ANDRI CHADID,EGYPT)
Now and then I live in my body.
Upto my auxillarypit,uptofingures
I also move upto figure tips.
I search maning inside stomach.
I taste my breath by myself.
I search path inside blood vessels.
Spped of blood itself is my speed.
On my cheek bone
cool air resides.
My hands touch things.
In front of my body if
your body joins
Becoming mad again I
become light.
Many times ,as I am
body only
I am living.
Am living.
Still many times,
From a point which has no base
I will see my this own
body
Has become crushed in
attack of days
Kalakala’s seal has
been pressed.
Still many times,
From some baseless point
I have pressed and hold
my story inside.
From past time up to tomorrows
Have tested meaming of
horizons(diganthas).
Still many times,
From a baseless poit
Leaving this body will stand at distance
And by moving asde
like this only
In another way
I live.
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25)AIR FILLED MOOD:
(GABRIAL OKARA,NYGERIA)
See swans are returning
In silent sky white
stars
To avoid rain pouring here
There constructing house in north
Have gone and returned towards me
To wins
Chethana(spirit) which obstruction?
Where it flows removing throwinmg street
Holding path which
mind has given.
Which which moment
north south?
To be flying is
feature of life.
But I am here,male?
Black rock om black rock
Birds coming birds
going
Sun rise sun set
Within myself is emitting some spirit?
In blood lake
latent(secret) tumult(thalamala),
In waves waves ,in particle particle.
Cry of heart
I don’t want this
bondage.
O goddesses and gods,my god
Will not blossom this
heart lotus ?
In black skin,in in
burnt hair
Daily this swan is bound
Has kept request for liberation.
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26)GREEN IN MIDDLE OF AIR(WIND):
(BARNARD DAVAI, IVORYCOAST)
Night’s colour,mine brother.
I am green leaf in midst of air, Movement is behind dream
only.
I am tree buding out
in springI am ,
singing snow in hollow
of tree.
I am green leaf in midst of air, Movement is behind dream
only.
They don’t like me(if seen)
To their grandeur I am curse.
On seing me only they laugh
If fence means,very anger.
I am green leaf in midst of air, Movement is behind dream
only.
They chat about me
only,
O he?to catch him is
impossible.
He is body dtroking
cool air
Air in front itself
maya(disappears)
I am green leaf in midst of air, Movement is behind dream
only.
Navigater holding
chukkani(oil,grease)
In middle of
floating clouds
Anxiety of searching
soil
Ship without flag
Child of lap of sea
I am green leaf in midst of air, Movement is behind dream
only.
My dreams are that
much of stars
Humming sound of lakhs of bees
Sweeter than smile of kid
Melodious than good sound of forest
I am green leaf in midst of air, Movement is behind dream
only.
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27) YOU LAUGHED,YOU LAUGHED,
YOU LAUGHED SEING ME:
On your years my song
Like sound of
troubling car.
Like a breatless old man coughing
You laughed,you laughed, you laughed seing me.
In your eyes my
child’s walk
Fearful it is meaningless.
To your knowledge
which swallows all
You laughed,you laughed, you laughed seing me.
You laughed,you laughed,
you laughed seing
walk.
Later myself became indulgd in magic dance
with song talking drum(thamate).
I begged.tou closed
eyes and sat
You laughed,you laughed, you laughed seing me.
You laughed,you laughed,
you laughed seing me.
Later opened mind sky forest
which hided experience
of this world(bhava,family)
you hided in your car
You laughed,you laughed, you laughed seing me.
You laughed,seing my dance
To mind also gave your laugh hikke.
You laughed,you laughed, you laughed seing me.
But that laugh ,snow
laugh
It made stone your inner inside,made stone your ears
Eyes tongue mind have turned back.
Now it my queue to laugh.
To this chest filled
laugh ,no subordination of snow
This has no touch
of that car,that stone.
My laugh is heart of
this sky ,this fire
this air’s,this sea’s
life my laugh
beath of rivers male
female,birds animals my laugh
It’s heat made to melt
your inside
Eye ear tongue’s
snow cold
Filled brightness of
friendship.
Right,
I became delicate, wonder filled chest, has wishpered;
“why it is like that?”
I replied:
To our feet land’s lively touch
My elders and myself
also
People belonging to earth,nothing other is needed”
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28)SEPERATION(VIDAYA):
My mother,(O black mothers who have lodt children)
You taght me patience,taught me hope
Taught to swim
difficulties like you.
But,
now in me there is no
spark of those hopes,
life has killed it.
Now I am not waiting,
They are waiting for me.
Hope means myself only!
Your children.
Giving one light to life walkers towards belief.
In bushes of sanjala we grew naked
In sun light,in cloth
ball gane
Without knowing reading writing we grew.
In wage of coffee
garden, where life burns graveyard,
Doing salam to whites, fearing running to
Owners,we suffered.
Our life grows in
sheds
No current there
All people are
drinking dieing only.
Drun of death damad ama dama
Daily talk.
We are your children,
We become
hungry
we become thirsty
to us shyness to call you as mother
to us fear to cross
road
to us people means fear.
But still,
Now in us has again
appeared,
Living desire,dream,hope.
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29)POEM OF LONELINESS:
This is not yet my
poem;
my blood’s poem,myathma’s poem, not here.
I have no knowledge to write this
Cutting chest delivering words power I have no
But still that poem ,in my mind house is
suffering,blossoming.
Goallessly wandering my poem.
In lands,in cities,
In air breath’s tones
In boil of body of sea
In dream,in life
Goallessly is wandering my poem.
See,my poem left house
Torn cloth,manycolours
Has sold itself by itself
‘lemon fruits,four for rupee,lemons’
My poen has wandered
in lanes lanes
On head gas sat coil(simbe)
Is selling ,believing itself
‘bangde,banana,karminu
Good fish, fish,’
My poem has grown in
streets
‘prajavani,janavani,thayinadu
Paper,paper,paper’
In any paper no my poem.
My poem where street and street joins
‘tomorrow draw
tomorrow draw
Karnataka state lottery
That much only how
ever much luck wheel rotates
That much only how it
rotates,
That much only however it rotates
My poem’s condition is this much only
‘tomorrow draw tomorrow draw’
Se came from slum,poor poem,
‘Saturday dirty cloth
Monday washed cloth,
On Saturday along with cloth ,gave myself also,
Monday along with
it,take cloth’
My cloth,
In dbhbhi’s daughter’s
suffering sound
In door shut room
In hold of ols boss
Shying shying blossoming
In teen age’s vilaya(destruction?)
My poem.
My poem is prostitute
Standing in front of
broken doors of
Old village huts
Quick,quick,quick,
First keep money!’
Come,sleep,girl!’
my poem is prostitute.
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Then now my poem
laughing swinging,thunder
‘thedlkar century, see
ganguli’
In front of road side
TV whistling poem.
My poem is slave
collapsed and sat in midle of coffee garden.
‘Work of slavery is very heavy
Labour work is very heavy’
My poem is walking
towards sea port
Empty ship fills up,it’s walk is song.
‘still more isa
Lift up little’
My poem is
arrested,rope around it
In guard of police it’s life is cheap
Road is working
Cutting of head hairs is over.
Hen which’s wing is
pulled out(cut off)
Burden burden bearing weight
Music of whips
Now listen listen.
Is earning ,padakhane is filling jail
That is torn,that is
poor, that itself is hungry body
That don’t know it’s
condition
It does not know how to argue
My poem is learnt
To give up itself
To bend head and present
It won’t ask even rice
grain(agulu).
Now my poem is not
karmavadi
That is desiring poem,dreaming poem
knowledge filled matured poem
My poem-I am white
It’s horse this poet
-black
Started our ride
Leave leave leave path.
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30) LETTER OF SLAVE:
(ANTHONIO JASANTHO,ANGOLA)
My dear lass.
I wanted to write a
letter to you.
This my desire of seing you
Will lose burning fear
This kindness desired by whole world
Without telling coming
this disease
Filled within me,myself surrendered, like mad river
Burning joy’s story….
….. …..
My dear lass
I wanted to write a letter to you
Blossomed inside
hidden secrets letter
Letter filld up by your
memories
Yourself are that letter
About madarangi red your lips
Black soil’s black
beauty, about your hairs
Honey drop sweet joy’s
about your eyes
Forest dark tightness, about breast and breast
About legs which have
stolen cheetha’s walk
though searched here
and there,not available anywhere
about soft hot hot soft giving body …. ….. …..
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My beloved lass,
I wanted to write a
letter.
In mad talks lost days
night union spent in
lands
plum trees shadow,
bathed washed bodies,
in midst of pam leaves poured moon light river
heat(bede) filled life
bitter filled seperation
again bringing letter…. …. ….
My dear female,
I wanted to write a letter to you
Without long sigh even
you could not read letter
Grave yard chills
without remembering reading reading
enjoying letter
In my and your town
nothing higher present letter….
…. ….
My lovely lass I
wanted to write a letter to you,
whirl wind wave ride
doing coming letter
wild he bufelo, coffee tree, fenalemakle rivers fishes crocodiles
all all letter.
If air removes it,,these plants trees animals birds
eyes filled with kindness,
will brng and gie.
From song to song
From pain to pain
Stammering with
anxiety
To responded ear’s field.
Fire heart, burning words
All all like that only
Kind of love is like this….. …. ….
My dear lass,
I wanted to write a
latter to you
But ayyo love, I don’t
know this
Why whywhy this why like tis?
I can’t read this,and
myself
Ha sorrow ho love
I can’t write anything
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31)MONAMGAMBEE:
(ANTHONIO JASINTHO,ANGOLA)
In that big garden no hint of rain
To that crop water feeding is my forehead swaeat.
In that garden’s each
plant cherry red coffee
Fruit fruit ,as though
my blood filled coffee.
Coffee is fried,it is grinded
Will make powder
powder
My body’s black,it is
My body’s black.
Listen singing birds,
Obstructionless flowing river
Whirl wind of malnad
Listen listenlisten.
Who will rise in early morning snow?
Eating spoiled food to
labour who will go?
On walked and teared
path , coffee bag on head
Who will suffer?
Laboured arms , hungry
stomach
As wages what did you give?
Rotten fish, sour grains,
Torn cloth ,gave
coins(money)
Thutik,pitik, beat you gave
Who are these? Who?
Who?
Black soil,red fruit
In dry land ragi
Who grows?
For car,for machine, for female,for soil,
Bringing money in front of owner
Who pours?
White lord’s pot
belly(gudana)
To grow ceaselessly
Who will die?
Singing birds tell,
Obstructionless river tells
Malnad wind tells.
Monamgambee,Monamgambee
Ayyo ,lave let go,
At least you allow me
to climb palm(thale) tree
Don’t drink old taddy,in intoxication
In stammering, forget all,allow to die
Monamgambee… …. ….
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32)JAIL POEM -1:CHILLS(COLD):
Wet wetgum,cement
Absorbs(sucks0 your naked feet.
This dull,old bulb
enlightens ash white chills(colds)
this torn broken grass,
on that evening three o clock’s snow
shining border to those,colour only is black.
We are sitting on
concrete ground
Fingures are moving towards mouth
Sweetless water ambali(ganji,porridge)
Is flowing inside.
Right,completed,enough now
Rise up with
difficulty.
Some how crawling straightening
Stand in line and line
We should become hard,should stand straight
Or
Without direction, numb our this acceptance only
Accepting to keep
quiet,we should learn.
Old this jailer tells
like this:
‘To such
dullards(drabs,fools)
No time with me
Rats are better than these
Let bullet finish them.’
Themselves only on cloud(sky)
Under blurred eyes
of shining stars.
South cross(shilube)
star is blossoming.
Tieing our feet to wrist
tieing all together on
one side,
present sound of
chains is heard
is shining.
We crawl forward, is
this walk,is this walk?
Yes,yes,yes.
( cools berg:Raben
Island jail path)
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33) LOOT(LUTI):
(DENIS BRUTUS,SOUTH AFRICA)
Don’t grasp this loot
in wrong way
this is the way in which body
tells(digs) it’s necessities
not able to talk, bad luck body init’s own rough way
informs heart’s hunger climbing body, giving pain.
Lonely desire which
covers secret depths
Drills centres of mind and soul
Broken life’s pieces
pieces anxiety(hapahapi)
Violate,suck, life along with and you.
Your body is
crushed,my arms are paining.
Telation,mybeauty,our this pain fearful to me also.
By you cruelty of pulling this painful gift
Hungry for softness
heart’s fearful-beautiful work.
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34)DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?:
(NOYEMIYA DESOUZA,MOZAMBIK)
If you want to
understand me properly
Examine this black piece wth careful (cautious) eyes
Some unknown brother of
south states(lands)
Of Makonde
budakttu(tribe,clan,race),by his unequal hands
Cut, carved doll this piece.
This is not different,I am not different
Without carrying burden of life despaired
empty eyes
Like pain filled wound
,open mouth.
So as to do penance,so as to beat,opening widely
Uplifted hands.
Whip beats of slavery
Seen unseen wound marks filled body
Underwent violence. But not leaving dignity,
Prideful, similsrly
secret
From bottom(feet) to top(head) Africa.
This is my image(prathirupa).
To know my inside of inside
Come,bend forward ,see, this is Africa soul(self).
In port labouring
black labourer’s suffering.
I anger,fight,in intoxicated dance.
In revolution of changana tribe.
By African song whole
night sounding ,
In unacquainted
condolence.
It is like understanding me only
Don’t ask any more
I am mere flesh shell(chippu)
In me African revolution has
frozen
In it’s cry there
light of hope.
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35)EAGLES(WAR EAGLES):
(DAVID DEOPE,SENEGAL)
In those days.
When civilization had fallen on our face
On forehead when holy
water fell
When eagles in
their nail shadows
Built blood sticked(rakthasiktha) schools.
Was like pain filled
in metallic hell spread on path
In endless grumbling
of church’s prayer, cro of gardens had
melted.
O pulled out(plucked out0 pearl’s bitter bitter memories,
Behind fear of
rifle barren words
Not seing like humans
foreign bakas(birds)
Grinded and drunk books,loveless faces.
If our prideful song
sounds right
Torn African villages
right even if they burn
Like kosha(treasury)
in fort our hope is secured
From mines of newzeland,upto Europe mills
Our step’s under
dohadada(……?), new spring blossoms.
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36)DIRECTIONLESS WOMAN AND HER CHILD:
(CHINUVA ACHIBE,NYGERIA)
Any colour picture of
medona and her child
On child which she has to forget within small time,
The delicacy which
that mother showd ,no equal.
In air around bad
odour was filled,
Smell of stool and urine,smell of unwashed body of childernswollen empty
stomach,mere side side(chest)
Behind swollen stomach
unwashed buttocks.
All mothers had left desires,
Who had left long sigh, except this one,
In between her
lips smile shadow
In her eyes mad of
mother’s pride,
Remaining on head of son,
Is combing rust
coloured hairs.
Later in eyes, singing
(gunugu) song of joy,
Removing bajthalecarefully,decorating, is celebrating.
In another life,this is daily routine incidence.
Feeding tifin to child
sending to school behavior.
But,
Here now she,
What she has done so far is
Is like keeping flower on small tomb(grave,gori)
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37)WORDS, WORDS, WORDS:
(CIPHO SAPAMLA,SOUTH AFRICA)
Now we are not talking
about tribal wars.
What ever may be ,it is dispute of groups.
Now there are tribes(budakattu) here.
Hese are all countries.
Hhis is good see:
Because fron nation to multinational only one step.
Did you understand?that only
is right.
Because later, we can
talk of svadesha(own country).
It is a very good Idea.
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Then individual independence can be made a little more or less,
It is all right.
We all should tell bhesh,bhesh.
Finished see.
Bloodless revolution.
We are talking about words.
As though there is no place to it even in air also.
We are throwing on this and that side.
These few spit(scold).
Remaining few will pick up.
According to situation, decorating them
Willthrow on ears of those who are listening.
In life we talk about ords which are doing
gasthu(beat,guard?) like police
To these words there is no place in any dictionaries,no
meaning.
They change from day to day,moment moment
They control method of life
Words,words,words
Because recently all are poets only in (towards)our place
Any world we can use it in any way.
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38)HANGING ROPE CALLED
ENGLISH IN LITERATURE:
(FELIX EMTHALI,MALAVI)
Those questions.
Sister,
Those questions.
Those stand
Those pierce
Hose prick
Spill blood
All,all, near to heart.
In case if we
“jeneaustinnovals roles
Ithout earning for a moment,
Day and night jow to indulge in love
concversation?”
If asked,
Would E rootedurope
In Africa?
On that day,today
Our yoouths(males amd females) flower of youth
Would have sqeezed and
crushed?
Your smooth delicte
cheat,
Jean austin,
Our rootless children
Made mad.
Around imagination produced roles.
made to indulge in
love of imitation, satire(vyangya) of puppies.
On other side,history
Jean austin’s roles
Cause of much richness
Sugar plantation workers,
Was making fun of those
who were burnt with burning rods
My sister,
English literature is not only bad joke
It is victory heart
centre of
Foreign attack.
Yes.
Keeping in centre novels of jean Austin
In marakeri,in Ibadan
In Dakar,in port hare
How to ask questions?
How to write answers to those questions??
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39)TASTE OF DESERT IS YELLOW:
(PETER HORN,SOUTH AFRICA)
On my tongue taste of
desert is yellow,
It, is bitter like plant arrested(caught) in stome split.
Dirty water is flowing under water
For sake of rain which is
about to comeafter five years.
Fish born in hill floods
Breath is tightening.
But behind black hills,
As soon as moon rises, starts
Frogs endless instrumental archestra.
Right ,this is severe(deep) blue ocean’s unobstructed night:
Slight sound of slowly
moving sand.
On path crickets are
floating, like hot breath,
Like song in which
mere ash is remaining.
In midst of fdeer’s skull teeth
Wind is sighing.
Any path here does not go anywhere.
Noiseless lanes, cut dreams
Crossing whirls end in front of sand elevation.
Somewhere at distance
under stars,
Is heard by you also
who has slept with upfaced
towards sky.
Crossing area of
valleys keeping step
Sand doll’s loneliness
shout(cry).
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40) CITIZEN AND SOLDIER:
( VOLE SOYANKA,NYGERIA)
In front of your eye
only had stood my devil(ghost),
Rising up in middle of
bullet rain
Told like this:’I am not soldier ,citizen(civilian)
Right, had increased still more your fear,confusion:
In your world where
all are killed impartially,
Myself who belong to
that world how why I came?
I also thought,yes, your dispute is also not of this world.
You stood simply, stood time
I had remembered the
lessen which I taught to you.
In school where
soldiers are formed(prepared).
Cautiousness itself
is it/s first letter.
‘Burn away, all jivas behind back,notbelievable,this is bad
time.’
You also know remaining surviving lesson,
Your friend’s group is
indulged drinks festival
Yhere by surviving
living madness to me.
Making bila(hole) in ground
hiding game.
Even your upset also became hell to me
Came and stood in between eyes,Gun is yours only
Had pulled your horse
blind fingure.
I came to know at that
final moment,
My mind anxiety,song of your chest.
May happen like this,ifnoyt today tomorrow
When I am indulged in my work.
Then may see, your form only, It may also tell
‘I am soldier’.
Even for a moment I won’t hesitate at all,
Will keep prpperly and
kill.
How do you know?giving
Roti(bread),giving flesh, giving full taddy
Giving full breast festival, I will ask one question and
become quiet.
‘’tell friend,tell,at least now you know,
Meaning all this noise
do you know?’
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( PART 1 Completed((1 to 40 ppoems).
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(PART 2)
BLACK POEMS(AFRICAN
POEMs: (FROM POEMS 40 AND ONWARDS)
TRANSLATED TO KANNADA :BY DR H.S.RAGHAVENDRA RAO.
RETRANSLATED TO
ENGLISH BY DR RAVEENDRA HOSADURGA.I AM GRATEFUL O AUTHOUR AND HIS FAMILY
MEMBERS.TRANSLATION IS MY HOBBY,SCHOLARS ARE REUESTED TO CORRECT.
41) GIJAGA BIRD:
(KOFI AVONUR, GHANA)
Gijaga bird built nest in our house tree.
Laid egg in our only one tree
We did not get mind to send it off.
Right ,we saw nest building by keeping eye.
We superwised keeping egg. And that gijaga returned back.
Then to that house owner’s dress.
Religious advice to us in our house only.
People say it has come from west.
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West;
There birds fall to land sue to storm
There at night in early morning move towards net.
It’s advice to us is our tomorrow’s parrot sign(shakuna) story.
With it in border only our end tomorrow’s sky.
But,
We can’t do those prayers,
Can’t tell those answers
We daily search for new houses,
We search for new stages.
Adultrated by gijaga bird’s stools
We want to build old temples again and again.
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42)END STATION:
1)
This is end station of sorrow
New year’s first day’s party’s remaining food(enjalu,salivated food),
For food crows are fighting
From window of jail is appearing
Cruel,cool world.
2)
Oho! Is this? Ulcer paining
Whole country-
Jails,violence,blood
And hunger.
3)
When I came to know that you have been arrested
All of us remaining outside indulged in guessings.
“Where you might be?
Role of of which red dream of hero is yours?”
On that night I heard tone of suffering:
“whose child might have been lost in store houses of
Peculiar pains (violences) now?” like this I calculated.
Then you came out.
At end o f long body red eye.
For first time
I sheded tears.
4) in long nights makes me very fearful
Tones heard behind bars(rods) only.
Before step sounds of guards awaken me
Early part of sun rise red colour(aruna colour)
Emitting above, body bending, returning to house ,
in expectation of another black day,again morning.
But today new knowledge:
Today I won’t return to house.
Journey in car towards town(place)
I am pressed between them
Their probe of rifles in my chest sides(pakkes).
I had never seen condolence face seal
Of my people that much. This much sorrow.
That day is before new year’s day.
That much of sorrow.
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43) THERE IS CHEETHAH IN MU TREE:
(JONATHAN KARIYARA,KENYA)
There is one cheethah in Mu tree.
That is guarding my house by keeping eye
Full of my cattle house ,doted doted lambs(sheep kids).
My wives tie skirts tightly
At night without coming to embrace move away
To them also fear of giving birth to doted children.
In new moon day night their bath
Chest is filled, is moderate(hada) their body and mind.
But they on full breats sprinkle cool water of hill river.
Moving down skin(leather) skirts
Shout in midst of fear and anger.
To me eclipse has held.
Telling consolation to waist and walk erect(straight).
In front of my house there is one cheethah.
It stares at my eyes.
I have called it as Appa.
I have called it as my brother
It’s answer is same.
By cutting eyes staring vision.
It’s head is erect(straight) and stood.
my sword is rusted in sheath(ore) only.
When owls call their friends(lass friends) for union
My wives lip
Has held tight bikku(cry)
To me eclipse.
They bring water from hill stream(river)
Sqeezing9crushing) sugar cane extract juice.
but they reject to touch my madhupathras(drinks vessels).
My fences have broken.
Medicine bags have torn
Waist hairs have burnt into ashes(charcoals)
Pillar near door has collapsed.
My ives, are anxious for union
Cheethah jumps on my house
Is eating my lambs(sheep kids).
It’s body is shining miri miri.
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44)BACKSIDE OF SUN:
(JEEN BYAPTISPE,TATI- LOUTRD,CONGO REPUBLIC)
(Letter got near a person with repentence that he had
Committed country trait)
Since many days,
Within myself have hiden death.
Al last today, I will give birth to it.
Journey towards sun ends today
In between remains of felt paths.
This clock of heart.
It’s rusted pendulum
Hangs it to tree branch now.
In those old villages,
In much past, in that village which had got portugese athma(self,soul)
To died valient will give gift of song.
In that object(bimba) of sun scratches are filled.
Branch moves, rope moves.
Body moves, arms hang.
I lift my legs from this earth.
Move towards other paths
They are not paths of this land
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45)SELF PRAYER DONE BY BRETEN FOR HIMSELF:
(BRETEN BRETENTAK,SOUTH AFRICA
TRANSLATED FROM AFRICAN LANGUAGE: DENIS HIRSON)
God,
Really there is no need of pain
We can live without that.
Flower has no teeth.
True,life becomes blessed in death
But let my bdy be freash like cabbage(kosu gadde)
Make us hard like red fish
Let us attract one another
At depth of our eyes ley butterflies move.
On our mouths,on our guts(intestines),
On our brains be kindful.
Sweetness of evening sky let us taste always.
Swimming in warm seas,rise with sun.
With them only stting
In slight sun light of Sunday joyful cycle journey
Let all these joys be for me for ever .s
Again we slowly like old ships or
Like trees get rotten.
But god keep me away from pain
Let others suffer from that pain.
Let them go to jail, let become powdered(crushed)
Let town people kill it by throwing stone.
Let them hang from rope.
Let them eat whip beats
Let them undergo rape
Let them undergo violence
Ruse to cross
Undergo cross questions (pati savalu,enquiry)
Let them get arrested inside house only
Let rhem get hard punishment
Till last moment of life let them get gadi paru(………?) to distant islands
Let their bones tear in dirty pits and green algaes(pachis)
Let there be worms full of their stomach,
Theit that pain I don’t want
But we will never pain others for ever.
Won’t give complaing and grumble.
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46) POEMS:
Come brother come, tell me story of your life
Come,show,on your body
Left by enemy wet wet wounds.
Come tell me:
Here, your hands are crushed,
Because,because they fought for their own land.
Here,
My body was violated because it did not bend
and stand in front of attackers
here,
my mouth blood stivcked
because it made boldness of talking
about release of my people’.
Come brother come,tell me story of your life
Pour rains of revolution dreams
You,your elders,their elders
In shadowless nights
Leaving drinks,leaving wife,
lonely
silently,
inform found dream.
Inform the way of realisation of dreams.
Kind of appearance of war,
Kind of growth of popular heros
Way in which lost land and water was regained,
Bold mother who sent their children for war,
Tell their sorrow friend.
Come brother come,tell all these to me.
Later, I will weave(knit) simple words.
Even to kids heart filling words,
Like air joining minds and minds,
On athma(self,soul) of of our people,
Like rain of Kendas(burning charcoals) pouring talk.
Recently in our earth
Bullets are blossoming like flowers.
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47) EVEN DREAMS ARE WOUNDS:
(BRETEN BRETENBAK,SOUTH AFRICA)
(TRANSLATED FROM AFRICAN LANGUAGE TO ANDRE BRINK)
Like this Each dream, secretly and smally
Drills letters.
We in early morning , in mirror search for ink wounds.
We hide them in safe almeras.
But wounds will never heal.
Severe red blood is making to blossom only
revolutions of fruit gardens in bed sheets
or
grape juice of love in gardens
talk of wounds which never heal.
Even deafs have right of seing dreams,
Let even mads wishper line of their poems,
Even blids see towards air.
Pain makes all of our senses delicate,
In the same way pains further
Birds of my youth garden how much green
Sun who has healed this much , how much colour
All snow will never heal for ever.
This our earth is s prince densely thick by humans
These also, these also can’t heal dreams,
Because,these only one infinet heaven available to us.
Classifying fishes and eggs,counting,
Like a fisherman,we are also rich.
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He again returns fishes to seabecause, to talk like eggs is his desire
Years together waves which have filtered blood, to sing like waves is his desire.
From never healing blood…..
Soldiers have pea like eyes,
Farmers have soily hands
Full of their dreams messages only.
Non healing flowers filled various kinds of worlds.
Now ,in poetry a parrot enters
Yellow parrot singing complaints in poems.
It’s tongue black flags(hayi….?) crying regon
Matching poems.
Those songs will never make to heal wound.
Like this,my nights will not learn studying also.
Healing also
You have come,to shed (pour)last drops of my blood
You also will remain as marks(scar marks) on body?
Without blood probably we won’t pour blood.
And body of our dreams are also night’s blood
we are also blood only.
We are also dreams found in blood.
Like this I am,sleeping mahaveera
Every night I will empty my army.
From heart I sqeeze and remove ink drods
O friend for you,you are also creation of my dream only.
I also can’t heal wounds.
Out these bodies are merely flesh and skins husk(hottus)
To become dry and stick is their goal
Then,we finally , we sleep dreamlessly.
Let my these letters let not heal anything.
No doubt
These wounds will never heal.
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48) AGGISTIKE BY ROAD SIDE (AGGISTIKE MEANSFIRE PLACE,FURNACE,STOVE)
(OSWALD ENTHALI, SOUTH AFRICA)
slightly blue,smoke spilling,around oven
smoking half beedi smoken by somebody else,
resembling drunkard navigaters who chat
distributing story,becoming warmed ,
have sat house left children.
Chills wind is sucking each body particles
Like calf sucking udder of mother.
Due to trouble of smoke reddened eyes
Fire tongue written line line face back.
One yawned,
Sleep filled eye rubbed smoothly
Grumbled like this as though in sleep
‘I had eaten once whole whole bread
Jamless butterless mere mere bread.
Later,
From warm house female came out
Chills wind has kept outside, body covering shawl
Cooking is to be done, fire is needed inside,
Oven went inside,these to chills.
Starless severe black night
Opened mouth aaa…. Endless night.
Swallowd all.remained like that only.
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49)WHEN NEGRO TEETH SPOKE:
(OULOGVEM YAMBO,MALI)
All have thought I eat human flesh
But you know how people speak
Everybody see my mouth , gum redness
But tomato eater’s mouth how will it be
white whitw,you only tell.
Now onwards fearing to me, travellers (tourists)will not come,
Like this each one say
But you only know
We are not in America,apart from that
All have become pauper only.
All say mistake is mine only,have feared
If you want you only see
My teeth are white
I have not eaten anybody.
These people are very bad
They tell I eat people kacha kacha
They say I eat by frying or by burning in fire9kenda)
‘frying,burning,tell properly’I asked them
They became quiet. With fear they saw my red gum.
Let tomatos win!
Agriculture in country where land is fertile
Will be usually present all know.
Let victory happen to vegetables.
But all tell, all who have eaten vegetables
Will not be like pylvan(wrestler)
I country of poor people like this,this man how he is
Swallowing sinful tourists ,by swallowing has grown like pig’.
Let my teeth get destroyed(spoiled)!
Suddenly all gathered around me,
Tied hands and legs,threw me on
feet of magistrate.
‘whether you eat humans or not
talk donkey,
do you think hig;y clever? See fat above.
Now you will have suitable punishment
Who has undergone aropi(imposed,imputated)
Tell what is your last desire?’
I screamed and told:’victory to tomatos’
These males are cruels,,women are curious
Among women staring like that group one:
(her tone, like closing vessel, kara kara kara)
shouted
like dod told bhou bhou:\’vcut his stomach and show.
Our father is still inside only, I know’
Theit knives were blunt
Pity, in western vegetarians this is very common, natural
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They took one gillet bladeslowly,peacefully,
From that side to this side,
From this side to that side
Cut my stomach.
There drinking thale taddy’s channmel drinking water,
One tomato garden was growing.
Let victory happen to tomatos.
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50) HALF STOMACH MEALS:
(OULOGVEM YAMBO,MAALI)
Dear Husband
On that day yur name was Bimbirchokak.
Then all was good.
Later you-victor,emil-luyi-henry- joseph you became.
Purchased dinner set.
I was your wife
Now I am your dear wife!
We were eating together
Now table in between.
Mudde(ball) stick, thanige plate,
Metal cup, Ragi ball,
Lord you gave bound order
Nothing is needed you had told.
According to you now we are modern.
Here Sun is burning charcoal(kenda),
But to your neck
No relief
From breath holding neck tie
There see.
As soon as I told like that
Your eye brows frown
Let go I closed mouth.
But husband look towards mes
Now we eat grapes.
Drink pasturided milk
We eat jinger bread whi comes from frrance
But all fill up mouth but not cloth.
Is this not your wrong??
Previously you were bimbrchok
Then all were good.
As it appearsto me
Victor,-mill- luyi-Henry- joseph later
You are not reltive of rockfeller.
(Kindy excuse, I don’t know money matters much)
But is nit seen to your eyes ,bimbiyorchak
-you only as cause-
Previously once I had remained behind
Now to me half stomach meals.
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51) SONG OF DANCE KNOWER:
( PYATRIS KEYO,CAMEROON)
My father’s all wives joining together,
M my mother into pieces pieces.
But to their children dance is not known
Right again, I am only sitting on my father’s chair
My mother is now queen
All her step wives (savathies) ,all my wives
My mother’s maid servents.mothers who don’t know dancing
Have delivered childern
Her children are fits attacked diseased persons
Only who knows dance becomes owner.
If I were a river
Was flowing under silver white foam
In midst of four walls of not knowing dance
I would have become pond.
Now I am poor who does
Business of pigs and hens
But if there are pearls near you, if small bells are ther,
Give, I will buy those.
To only one Sun father’s position is bound food box(butthi)
To cheethah kid no fear of dark
I can dance and show all kinds of dances
And my mother will not eat anything except kid sparrow flesh
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52) GROWTH:
( MANGEN VALI SEROT,SOUTH AFRICA)
Not,
Trees their branches
Blindly allowing to grow near windows
(like figures probing(piercing) in eyes)
As we blink eyes,as we blink,not,so as not to close eye,
Or without closing door of mind
If done,
It is not death.
Rushing in windows,branches withering leaves leaves in room
In heart uncontrolled holding thoughts.
yes
This is lesson regarding to make relations to grow.
If death pushes me to corner, I will recede from you.
If covers(attacks) more morethen I think a little.
There is no need to attack(cover) you
To do so right which you have.
If your pushing continues,then also I will not rush upon you.
But nI will think about it. My thoughts and hands stroking(savaru) those branches
If stretches forward to clean leaves,
There, there new thought blossoms.
First words later works(actions).
Therefore,
Myself.don’t cut,only correct by stroking(dsavaru)
If told,
it, is like teaching growth.
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53)POET IN SIYERALIYON:
(SIL CHENE KOKARSIYERALIYON)
In siyeraleon I am poet ,lonely.
Searching
For truths of life,for fire of similies for poetry poison ksarandaka
My country you,destroyed like earth continent living my
Heart. Always underground presence
Truth concealed at depth of land.
Your philosophical shape detatch keep everyday
Country I want nto die as your poet
one who refused,who sold I am
I am one who loved and hated you you
Guess deoth of my condolence you only becoming myself poem
father killing dependents making to hold breath great demon you are.
Removed hands after washing in detol,,writing these poens,shall I do trait??
Over intellect ,cursed away from people poet I am
In universities professors teach my poems
Myself silchena-kokar,will give pynishment to students In english honours classes my poen reading punishment.
My country ,it is not wanted to me.
In midst of wall of books, lonely jail don’t don’t to me
Your pain my lesson,your pain is my life, that much only is enough to me.
Pressing negilu(yoke) in your land crops should be grownm
Should become tiffin(edinble) to farmer who can read
To community life I should become one symbol(statue)…. …. ……
Today my heart is heavy,distant country is my goal
Let foreigner in foreign embrace in house and house
One again once more should join female
love cross ,due to heaviness should be added and deducted.
Who can recognise my grave son or daughter wanted.
country you are my pain
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My phenix,my giant shaped serpent you are
In your stomach all my anger melts
In my stomach keeping this pain like hand bomb
I am tired.I should live simple.
If possible I should live in myself only
Leaving poems behind, at end has to melt.
To life of that poem half meatapher.
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54)OUR EARTH WILL NOT DIE:
(A serious music whichis likecondolence song)
Killed ponds
Cut seas
Rape on mountains.
But our this earth mother will not die.
hertheree
everywhere
Ozing from profit greedy urinary bladder of factories,
By arsenic urine ponds are murdered.
Poison drunk one river is crawling in hill path
In diseased ocean is sowing confusions
Like fish frying in banale(broad vessel) stomach upside
Screaming whales,swan song of water mass is writing.
But this our earth mother will not die.
Who killed ponds?Who cut seas?
Who powdered mountains,who?
Our this earth mother will not die.
And rain
On bald head forests sour rain pours
Branches of those trees,clouds above
From kindless knives has become pieces.
Weeping villow trees due to mercury are pouring tears.
In hiccupping earth.
Nuclear sun will be born like dance of funeral ceremony
Manand land water have become dust,dirty.
This our mother land will not die.
Fishes have died in water only
fishes
birds have died in trees only,birds.
Rabbits have died in holes(bila) only.
Rabbits.
But pour eath mother won’t die
(Music gets rhythm of enthusiasm,becomes loud)
Wsashing eye in new rain
Our earth laughs
Again takes birth with laugh
In west throne (patta)sun
Like gold coin
Colour grandeur.
Air which has got relief
Is playing sky flute.
Leaf bending,grass dancing,
On forest valley and hills
Harvest beauty beautiful
By grass eye blinking
Bayalu seeme relation(bandhura).
Joy intoxicated thunderbolt exploding
Opening sky door
New rain abhisheka(holy bath)
To drunk sea very much joy
To sound of joy thamate(drum).
Again earth heaven
This earth mother
She is our moher.
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55)AGAIN TO HOUSE:
(SIL CHENE KOKAR,CIAYERALION)
Carrying ashes of my wife I have
Come to houe.i simply see empty rooms
In which she can never walk.
Delicate like flower mother,from her samadhi
Has rised up come.to me her consolation.
In one room nor even proper pen is also not available.
The table on which I am writing this poem mites have attacked.
In front yard there is no noise of dogs
To me memory of those only. In that also
That bullet hit eaten dog.
Dog which I had buried underavakado tree sowd by my wife.
Now only remains of that tree piece of wood(bode) is drowsy.
How many jivas ended like that.
true ,in my garden to those who are died peaceful residence is needed.
But that low person who destroyed that avakado tree
About him to me severe anger.
Al remaining trees have become part of axe(cut).
That sinner also in half closed house like devil.
There his relatives endless dispute.
They, to trouble me onlyhis found dream.
Before sleeping to me also one dream.
For her athma on whose face
Smile had never faded
Dream of fixing one new tree.
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56)HOUSE SIDE NEWS:(NEWS FROM HOUSE SIDE):
(AHMAD THIDJANI NISSE,GINI ISLANDS)
My dear son,I am safe by grace of god.
I pray for you day and night.
‘my dear brother,
To inform news of death of our beloved mother
Iis my sorrowful duty.
After few days of ill health
Last Sunday,mother expired.
‘my dear cusin,
I have grown enough height and size.
To me send few pants and new shoeses
‘my love of love,
Waiting for you ten years were spent
In country of that white people which the fact
which held and kept you?
How many days silence, this much of tears,
Please think how much difficulty is there.
‘my dear friend
Our this land has changed into sandy noise
To nobody stomachful meals,omly… ……leave,let it go
For me send one tape recorder.
‘my dear son,I am this,your vfather
Request. Return to your land.
Otherwise to you to recognise my grave
Sorrow also will not be there.
‘my dear brother, dear brother,
The fact of death of your father
I have to tell you.
You will come to karma s of
Fortieth day
We all expect.
My dear…. When post man came yesterday one drop tear
Today for his coming anxious expectation.
But still when house side news did not come,
I drown is ocean of condolence.
When house side news comes towards me
My jiva dries up and folds.
Few days back,
I did one boat fron letters from house side.
I allowd to float it in sea port of ‘nonresident beyond sea’.
‘hope filled loneliness’ to receive it in this address,
Myself only went there.
In that boat for me few spys came
Next day early morning postman’s fate like hand
Had stretched towards me.
‘My dear friend,
Last week arrested your brother
This is punishment given to to your activities which you carried opposite to government.
Today to your family mo male direction.
For me send one shirt and neck tie’
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57) COLOURS AND SHADOWS:
(AHAMAD THIDJANISISSE,GINI)
Sky’s blue is king blues colour of kingship.
To conditions and fates fear covering colour.
Sea blue,green blue, leaf green colour
Applies to body of eart mother decoration brother.
In body of storm tender tender this olour.
Ash uuda(….?),dirty uuda,steel uuda,
Wiping out upper lower,forgetting body yas?
Sulpher Yellow , kesari(saffron) yellow, gold colour yellow
What ever may be yellow only honourable colour.
Stomach body yellow life(jiva) creation seed
To Europe thigh shake ,Chinese colour.
Kumkuma red, blood red, papas kalli red,
Grand dress of cardinals, that is also red,
Shaking even hell also Christ caste red
Seasors world winning flag also red
America’s red peoples before tieing to sacrifice(hanging) pillar
That catrej, this pijaro shining colour red
Communist’s flag is flying red
Poverty has colours,
Joy has colours,
Even violaters have colours,
Shaking joyto both differebt different colours
Milk white,buraga white
Body of moon is white,
Innocence is white,holding stick also white white
Ku-kluks-klanpeoples concealing body cloth is white,
My innocent villager’s, padri (father)who called to
Christ caste boy colour is white,
To spread advice helping rifle colour see white
In fun of history ,people using colours
Played games are many,cruelty, many.
Lack bread, black night, black black sorrow
Clour of condolence is black, devi ghost black,
Flding log (of wood) nbody labouring
To black sandy markets
Sending white white cotton
Olan(trick) itself is black?
To colours which have formed my rain bow
There are dense shadows.
In borders of my rain bow
History has written punishment of ajnathavasa
(non recognised living).
When tried to cross borders of colours
My colours severe black shados.
Like hitting rain. Around my house forts have been built.
Black,blue,yellow,black,white
Truly shadows of colours are not colourful.
red like palm oil.
Near my house door snow
Has hiden behind it’s own white colour.
I am not seen by it.
I am now,have not remained as shadow of my colour.
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58)AMRITHA(ELIXER):
(YARED ANGIRA ,KENYA)
Right all waited for amritha,
In sun rise of orange colour.
In oouring pouring snow,
Their legs craked ,got split.
‘you only produce this amritha’
Like this- viveka of asking labouring people,
To nobody was there.
Many told
Amritha rain is a pavaada(spade?)
What is necessity to god to labour by bending body?
First aeroplane filled with amritha came.
Got down on run way which was cleaned well.
To dried up thirsty so many throats
There was no chance of looking it also.
Childern cried with hunger
Lazy mothers stood in queue and rushed
,who had laboured day and night
Mothers also,
Drowned in sandy noise.
Little time later,
Amritha aeroplane joined sky again.
Hungry foreigners saw9stared) sky path.
What was found there?
Rain bow and hope that it gave.
In seven days hunger is sure(guaranteed)
In seven kinds death is guaranteed.
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59) MAMING CEREMONY:
((ODIYA OFAIMAN,NYGERIA)
In this house,gandeur of festoons9thoranas),
Pushes aside necessity of bread and air.
Breath of child caught in Damask cloth
colour colour buntings open.
Feather light silk cloth in many colours mothers
Decorate milkless breasts.
(che che!when mothers have become mummies now
To feed milk ,is it any where?indecent,ungentle.)
Magicians of super markets,
To fill up loneliness of lonely bell create new new barbies.
Mothers have become mummies.
To grow means,
,in self deceining games which elders play.
To break,to crush,
On these tender lives
Bright light called truth
Till makes vision to flow.
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60) AFTER WAR A KID SONG:
(CHENDERAI HOVE,JIMBABVE)
Fig tree,fig tree
Where is fig?
Fig tree,fig tree
Where is your elepasara(leaf green…..?)
Will wait fir fig, I
Wait for arrival of leaf with desire.
I will come with sister,
Will wait with her
For fig,for it’s leaf fig tree fig tree
where is my elder brother? Fig tree fig tree
where is war valiant?
Will come for brother only
Will be near beloved’s Samadhi(grave).
Will cry for brother only,
will burn with beloved
not present song, non acceptable dance
remembering in mind will cry.
Fig tree fig tree
Where is fig?
Fig tree fig tree
where is my brother?
Will come again in morning
will sing the same song
for my brother’s sake
for my fig sake.
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61)PATH OF SEVERE DIFFICULTY:
(VALTER ODAME ,KENYA)
I have come here
After passing long path……
Like traveller who has reached
end of long journey.
I have loosened lases of footwears.
And my walking stick has leaned to
House corner wall.
But still how shall I teach my history
To my children.
He is my prideful son,
She also same, fan(Abhimani)
Her father is police. I met him
In bar, in fifteen.
At the same time I am girl prostitute.
In son’s eyes is already found,
Has also told many times.
Might have shined by wearing colour colour clothes,
Might have danced freely in village and enjoyed.
But still how shall I stay him?
Wiping children’s urine was removing stool.
In town’s some small house.My daughter
,she is now new youth( lass)
How shall I tell this to her.
We also who are ex prostitutes
Made children to grow,
Reared by feeding breast.
We gave love and kindness.
To their tomorrow we dreamt
But day before yesterday,
He knocked door of death and came
By own desire
Friend making pregnant,,left her and went
Suicide is only way she found.
True, I came in steepo(difficult) path
Now difficulty is not needed to me.
Right, I call my children near
Male son is fan(prideful).
‘why poverty to us?’ his question.
She also same very prideful girl
Could not prevent broken heart.
I will tell and finish all my story
Will not leave any details.
From m y mouth only direct,will send message
I have come long distance.
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62)WHITE PUMPKIN:
(ENOK THINDIM VEBVA,MALAVI)
On his shoulder gun,gun
Hat on head white basin
White pumpkin came,came
Came climbing hills, getting down hills came.
Like skirt(langa) of girls hs nikker
In hand rifle(gun) starch(hittu) washing stick
He was like girl,found like that to all.
Shook gada gada gada,feared screamed ran
Naked children in front,mothers behind
On back of mothers hanging(swinging) children
“white devil came, came white ghost”
Shouting males, fearing running males
Within a moment people disappeared, empty whole town.
Ran wat to distance
Reached body of forest
Hided in midst of mosquito.
To white pmpkin much wonder
No welcome,no valaga(clarionet)
,no people to say jai jai
Why village is this much empty,such silence is not acceptable.
Right, he bent like a crane with long beak,dead body eating,
Rushed in hut.
Thu vyak thu.
Rotten stool smell.
To him wonder,stood,saw(stared).
This is knew knowledge,this is realisation.
This istrue, this is heart of africa
Three stones,fire inside,dhaga dhaga flame
Grain boiling big pot on that fire.
Found in shadow of hut,
Wooden big cot.
Behind that is grzing world of goats
Black pot is getting heated,inside grain is sboiling
In old hut roof(suuru) rat is fighting.
Red eye, frowned eye brow
He stood there.
As welcome was not there
Did he got angry?s
“where have they gone donkey prostitutes children?”
Right,later he
He emved fire from small box
Village,whole village burnt dhaga dhaga dhags.
True,myself on seing this, found all all.
Here was found his chest,og like hairs
Colour white pumpkin
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63)THREE KITCHENS:
(KHALED MOTTAVA, LIBIYA).
In friend’s house my guard.on all
Fruits hearts. Pappaya,fig,jambu
His kitchen much white,simple,like
Hotel meals plate. Ais crispy crispy
No hint of food, no ghama ghama fragrance.
Year back,ine cusin,had sent
Video casset of my family……
Winter? On stone fence, on cars
On boots, in border of skirt(langa)?
Everywhere winter mud.
All are in kitchen.
In window near roof sun is spilling
White milk waterfalls.
On floar kerosene oil stove.
Sister, brinjal,bitter gourd(hagalakayi) is frying.
From rice vessel masala fragrancemixed fascinating steam.
Somebody talked about marriage
All started to sing. I could not see further……
No in my kitchen
Sink,ovens in between have arranged neatly.
Onion round,potato,leaf,tomato,
Cuttimg carret cleanly, square shaped pieces
t the tip of hand fingures, left punjent smell
cut garlic,to prepare khichadi all is ready.
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Please excuse,friend’s kitchen
Was not that bad.our’s was notthat heaven also.
On my left foot,kerosene oil stove,
Missed step burnt wound is still there.
beats eaten there,insult happened to mother,
anger of father for delay in meals,
But housefull flown light flood!
Almost night,bedbroom window,
Near door myself. Absorbing smoke of night,
Now only current has gone.a;; are
Searching for candle,latin.
This much heightful fearful shadows.
Slow wind.our movement was as though walking in water.
Fearing to dark in house, those
who have come fear of missing step.
Once I told to father:happened fear as though heart beat stopping.
To him anger,half opened eye, simply stared,
In such night,such miracles are unnatural as though.
Suddenly lamp,we put it off.
Waited in dark, arrival of divine messengers at early morning only.
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64) fROM ’STORY TAUGHT BY MOTHER’
(ABENA BUSIYA,GHANA)
There is a place in between Akra andlegan hills.
Famous school is built here only.
Now when name Akimoto is heard,
To all ,what is remembered is that school only.
That name falls to ears,true,meaning is not known.
Name same A..ki..mo..ta.
Now also it is a forest,
School,rail road, and in between street shops
Is sread.
But before all there was forest,
Was,Is present, will be there.
Trees are still standing straightly,
They won’t talk about history which they have found.
A..ki..mo..to..is not at all there,
Who I am?what I have become?where have I come?
What is the kind of found found world?
As indication of all what has remained is name only.
Few times, it appears forgetfulness has covered.
But till there are memories and people memory will not die,
Wishes also same,,shape also same
We have come here as fearwondered,
Searching for support,,tightening breath,
On one side sankole( binding,fetters),on another side whip.
From both jiva desiring relief
Came here,to green leaves forest.
To concealed,hidden mother house(thavaru).
Therefore only here one another,
While searching,
Will not call holding name.
In A..ki..mo..ta
No place to names.
No,not here.
To this underground rail cart(train) it’s only ancesters were there.
Previously in centuries in this part of world.
Now nobody will talk about this.
We have alsobeen taught to forget.
To us teaching language is also different only.
Names are mere forehead plates(bands)
Meaning has no direction.
We are getting taught forgetfullness
But, to few still there is memory.
A..ki..mo..ta.. and it’s history
Forest and it’s meaning-
Place and it’s silence
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65)AFTER SEING PHOTOGRAPH:
((ODIYA OPHYMAN,NYGERIA)
Enough.
Nothing other is enough.
Female, animal,except your arrival.
Removing my separation,to give marujevani(……?)
In game of this shadow light which you have sent.
Got body innocence fragrance is emitting,
True,intoxication-fragrance.
Hot body heat desiring to my sorrowfilled search,
By this ron’t think tou will get peace.
Don’t illuse your work is over,
Instead you,
Cheethah Nails called loneliness tou sharpened still again more
Now they are cutting body mind dream,by you I got spoiled.
What can’t be held,,what can’t be smelled,,handful,bodyful
What can’t be got,
My this unbearable lonelinesss,
Is making fun your picture.
Like halli(……?) kid,,like devils and ghosts,
like repentence tiring for whatis lost-
joy which can’t be got,lordships imitation it is
is killing you.
Your anxiety’s boat head,
Turn towards covering night’s banks.
There your smile,
Taming these wild desires
Drying up these bold doubts,
May give power to you.
O no no, nothing is enough,
Female, animal,except yout arrival.
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66) SEE,MYSELF ONCE AGAIN:
(RACHITHA MADAMI,MORACO)
See,once again have stood in front of sea,
Caught by rock hit, door powder powder.
I am mixing sand and pearls.s
That that black hang in movement.
In metals burning like waves.
My childhood jasmine, and hell’s scream –owl.
See, I have stood once again in front of sea.
Bitter,tiredness to weight of sorrows years.
With bent shoulders.
Under flat stone, is opening teeth skull
All remaining are this much only,three fists dust.
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Like this for some time, for crown lord’s safety
To killed cocks I pity. For whose joy neck has been cut?
There only on that side ,in shadow of fig tree,
Candles anf women are burning.
To make to run away, black bird called bad luck and despair,
doing magic by eye only.
I also,for one thayatha(yanthra),
Golden teeth and palm masarangi
Did I do exchange?
Opening eye,removing eye, did I see towards moon?
Filled spilled in medicine cup.
Deep black stagnant kashaya did I drand again again?
going to jouney towards boats, towards cranes.
Did I see keeping eye in eye?
Yes,all women waited endlessly.
Fruitlessly,
Wirh tears
For father,for beloved ,
for children,for brothers,
But this city,
Opens doors of jails this much.
We swallowing beloveds(those who love)s, drinking water
Blowing fan, lose tiredness.
But this city,
Removes out knives.
Drills our body.
Handsless legsless bodies,
Toneless face.
But this city,
We to bear our walls,
Bears our hearts. Closes it’s eyes.
But this city……. Who pain is not only myself
Shadow fallen on side foot path also pains.
S surrounding it my recent poetried are spilled.
Like transparent salt crystal
Like snow cool eye tears
My head, collapses on chest.
Like martar shell
When seen near
My heart is one lake.
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67) AN ANT CAUGHT IN MUD:
(AMEEN KASSAM,KENYA)
Little ant, before getting destroyed,
still how much time your struggle?
killing heavy rocks forests
You crossed and came.
‘ewho is equal to yme?’
Like this stood.
Now through great lakes along sand bank,
Kept steps without fear.
Damned waves coming forward.
Now,in between this much broad stone,
Are present,have hided.
Embrace of wave is not far away to you.
Your athma(self) is also not deathless.
See,calling there,page of book also
to you will not show path of relief(liberation).
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68)TAT IS NOT CRIME:
(AMEEN KASSAM,KENYA)
Closing humans
Inside room
To put bomb later to it
Is not crime.
Musidies(musjids),schools
To burn from explosives
Is not crime.
Near murdered father and mother,
Children drowned in blood,running to help
doctors
to shoot is not crime.
These bullets,these bombs
Sowd seeds,
Giving flowers,giving fruits
Like poshporus
When shine pala pala.
With announcement of protest
When exploded,
Then it is crime.
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7)ELDERS REBEL:
(ENJABULOENDELLE,SOUTH AFRICA)
My soft voice is mirror hed to my life
It can’t move for long distance
On my open grave,already sand elevations are ready
Come near.
To you my dream may not be heard.
To me white hair,has taught lesson of experience
Creases and cracks of old age telling truth
Have taught stories,have taught proverbs
If it is not possible to prevent blowing storm
Move with it.
Bur let rebel with you not put off
I have lived like that
Peacefully.
Withered from mouth of owner
Swallowinmg insults and doubts simply,
Listening all,meditating inside only.
Our young youthsangry words spark words I have heard.
Severe anger if we are seen.negligence
Mouthful announcement of revolution.’
should happen at this moment only’
In whip beats which I have beaten to myself
Their anger has born.This was
Not known to them.
without learning from previous elders,to jump for fight
blind generation.
Now listen,
This is dream:
Playing flute I had forgotten myself
Then one man asked one flute.,simply to see
I gave.
He simply carried away it.
He did not give it only.
I his garden I made to grow vegetables
Washed their clothes,
Polished their boots
Flute remained with him upto end.
In midst of these insults
,within me some power is growing.
Because I had a goal.
He lived in his sin’s black room.
Now he has become empty due to weight of his cruelty.
Flute son now death kiss to him.
Now that to his dried tired arms
Has become burden.Might kill him
There weapon of youth near me.
Nut apple we should not bite
It’s bitter is also like knife only.
Should be waited with patience.
Before closing only gets matured.
Sweet fruit falls near leg.
This is proper time
Pluck,apple.
To coming kids feed it’s taste.
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71)MAGICIANS OF SMILE:
(THANURE OJAYIDE,NYGERIA):
In shining cage
Keeping eagle(garuda ) bird,giving gift puft
A magician if comes to your town side,
Awareness,cautiousness.time is spoiled,
Carefulness, change has come.
He in his fist holding ash and bread
Telling it as honey cake,
,will put dullard’s ash
Manthra stick of smile,by talk magic
Making one to feel nine,building heaven by zero,
Snatching all your’s,by putting nama enjoys,
Tells money inflation,tells that I am poor,
In shining cage
Keeping eagle bird ,giving gift puft.
Speech rain pours, .love river flows,
We have to get ptofit,or else get sacrificed
No other go,To us king or queen”
Behind hin child army
They attach nposters, enjoy by dancing,
Whether flood comes or draught comes,search fotr festival
In midst of tears sea,who run ship of joy
Remaining people are you and me,making belt tight,
Carrying burden of hunger,eat long sigh
In shining cage
Keeping eagle bird, giving gift puft,……….
These tell state is of citizens only,
Vote and rules are their concern(work)
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Don’t listen to their words,don’t allow them to come in
Setting fire to magic(garudi) ,burn eagle(garuda) cage.
Money of all accounts reaches his pocket,
Manthra stick of smile kills by making dead body.
Snake which has come near door,burn him
Let our tomorrow become light, let death happen to us.
In shining cages
Keeping eagle bird,by giving gift and puft….
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72)HERE:
(MOLOSI KEVESVE,BOTSVANA LAND)
Became,now we are sitting on that and this side of table.
From eyes without feelings you are looking (staring)sme.
Had you felt on any bday that it might come to this condition?
Or like me did you also forgot?It was never milk and honey
From beginning I warned you
,your friendship is difficult
I was knowing that I will break your heart
,If so, why keeping goal to my head , with cun
Burning words,allegations bullet you are shooting?
What is really hiding is love ,is it not?
Are you O.k.?like this myself.’I am fine’ your answer.
See! We both are hiding truth and telling lie/
In me bitter and anger has filled,is your knowledge.
But in seing eyes what is filled is patience only.
I told you, you know all,rhen why did we came here?
We have to worry ‘sorry’? have to sing meaningless cradle song?
About lost’beauty’shall I sing love song?
True we have spent bad time,
,that also we have made it to fly.
But in any moment, I have not told wet false.
Why th whst nis got is only one solution that we know,know.
is it needed in future?
But still very difficult
Let us sat good bye,let us hold different path, you know this?
Right tell all.
Let us act that it has not happned, Let us act we were not there.
You told’I love you’I told vthank you’
By telling those vwords I have not done injustice to you,
let us cact like this.
Let us act bas though we have not come here.
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73) BAD CUSTOMER:
(MRIRIDA ENITE ATPIC,MORAKO)
Soldier,
Enough go,you have no smoothness,no ethics also.
Lifted up hand,on lips scolding words,
Now in you mere refusal (negligence) is filled.
After getting all you wanted,
You are going,to be award of ‘dog’.
After getting all joys from me,
For my job shall I bend my head with shyness?
But when house door was knocked gently,
When you came like bull upon me,
Were you shy?
Had you come to play cards(ispet cards) or……
Then you were another incarnation of severe politeness.
You were hero (hammira) who was accepting for what ever I asked
One month salary spilling at once sardara
As your eyes made me nacked
Your rough kama(lust) made me to become your servent.
at end when you removed my clothes.
Even if asked simply enough ,I would have given athma(self) also,
Spitting father,mother, and their ancesters ,I salt is added
I was keeping quiet.
To which heaven side did you fly then?
But now it has become all cool.again has seen earth.
Egoful,cruel, rough like your long shirt(niluvangi)
Guest of this moment,slave.
Intolerance,hatred,filled in me do you don’t know?
Like this only,another day, this night’s memory.
Again pulls and brings you.
Accepting failure,showing teeth
Ego with footwears,
Leaving near door,
Then I see your dogness and laugh
But,then ,my rate was three times that of now.
That is rate which I give to your ego and scolds.
Your,roughness,hold leg dust to me.
To flowing river one rain drop
Which count??
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74) SKIN OF BLACK COW:
(JEAN JOSEPH RABERIVELO, MADAGASKAR).
Skin of black cow is expanding,
Becoming dry ,and hard is not folding,
One time,two time,seven times shadow,
Inside cow’s skin is expanding.
Who killed this black cow?
Before telling amba,,before shouting when heat stage comes,
Under blue sky, under stars,
Inside air has filled,behind has rushed bull
Before sounding in rathi(lust) force,
Came death ,where it was?
Beyond this seen sky delivering plan(trick)?
Air filled woods(trees?) on singing board,
Wet skin9leather) has spread,expanded.
Sleep god’s sleepless spirit(chethana),
Has given body to it,has given mind.
Drom is ready,song is ready
New born calf is see emitting out,
To appeared branch this only is feather crown.
Drum tone is playing knocking chest door,
It’s seed itself is is golden dreams basket.
Black cow should be born once again and come
should swing against light river
colour white rose should shine.
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75)CACTUS:
(JEEN JOSEPH RABERIVELO,MADAGASKAR)
Cactus,
Giving gift of flowers to sky,
Melted one in another hands this plant,
Net of fingureless hands.
I tneir unbranched out palms,
In silent meditation not shaking to wind,
Will emit secret fountain,
Like this elders tell.
And this is, this inner life water(Jiva jala).
In south’s deserts borders.
To hundreds of anumal families,,to countless wanderers(vagabonds?)
Feeds water and protects.
Emitting from this mind(antharanga,inner stage)
these fingureless hands
do flower decoration to sky.
Here,
This city environment,
In midst of forest trees,
Passing through midst of forest trees
,was grren as that of moon light only,
Hills of this state which was sleeping like fattened hills,
When those rays had kept cool,
Not even goats can rise, on these high rocks
Hided,got protected. Sourcee of amritha water in their body,
Making flowers to blossom these lkeppers(leprosy patients).
To know source cause of this disease of these plants,
should get down into cave which is their source base.
It is secret, denser than evenibg it’s cover
It’s birth is before birth of world only.
you also don’t know,to me also not known,
Blood of this earth, sweat of these stones,
Valience(strength) of this air.
All have mixed. Have washed hands of this,
Melted due to dirt fingures without leaving mark.
All these powers which made fingures to melt,
Ibstead gave golden colour flower.
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76) A PRAYER TO FACE MASKS:
(LEOPALD SENGHAR,SENEGAL)
Hey black face mask,red face mask,.are you black-white face masks only.
Elders athmas(souls) breating rectangle face masks
To you my silent(noiseless) thanks!
This is to you also , lion faced my ancestor.
You guard this plavce here ladies laugh is prohibited.
There is no chance to anybody’s smile here.
You purify infinet air, from father grandfather memory wing to me.whiteless,waveless,no hint of crease, faces face masks.
You are the one who formed this bimba(object).
On the stage of white paer bending writing,
My face,your creation,
Our this bimba(object) promise,listen my words.
Now when violence and dictatorship of Africa is disappearing,
It’s is kindness begging princess’s pain.
Her navel creeper’s relative to Europe also same disease. Now your fixed eyes key upon children who are going for war.
;ike an extreme poor,losing lt piece of cloth,
They are going to leave prana(jiva).
T the moment of rebirth of this world, let ‘here’ become our utterance.
Because this white white strch to become bread required hudhgu(hides) we are.
Bcause , fro machines,by rifles(phirangies), to expired this world, who else will teach rythms?
In new rise,viveki elders, by sleep called death
Wakening joy announcement who will do?to human race to which hopes have become crushed, who will make to return life culture?
They call us cotton worker,coffee worker, oil extracting black servent
Like this.
They call us friend of death.
But we are dancing people.
Dancing on hard surface,,hard legged our people
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76)WISHES OF ELDERS:
BIRAGO DEYOPE,SENSGAL)
On in three pots
( to those three pots in few evenings
Satisfied elders athmas(selves,souls) return
Peaceful,restin, ancester’s breath’s wishes(harakes)
Male lion’s they are, they are residence of viveka)
Mother weted her fingures,
Her left hand’s three fingures;
Thumb,index figure, and next another figure.
I also weted three fingures my right hand’s three fingures
Thumd,index figure, next another fingure
By three fingures which were red by blood
From dog’s blood,
Fron bull’s blood,
By male goats(hotha) blood.
Mother touched me three times,
She touvhed my forehead by her thumb figure,
By her index figure touched my lkeft side chest.
And from her middle figure.touched my navel(umbilicus)
I also lifted up wet fingures wet by blood,from dog’s blood
From bull’s blood
From male goat’s (hotha) blood.
I lifted up fingures wet in blood in air,
To north airs, to east airs,
To south airs, and sun setting directions airs,
Later I held my three fingures lifted up towards moon,
Then her fingures were residing at the depth of big pot
Later I hided fingures in sand mass
Bathed in moon light,cool shdow.
Later mother told’ go,you become successful in thi fight
Behind your steps is their steps’.
From that day to today I have put steps
Have walked narrow psth and big path.
Path beyond sea, path beyond that
Crossing border of sea,,crossing it.
When wickeds are seen,,when bad are seen,
When wickeds with black heart are joined,
When I see those burning in fire of jealousy
When wickeds of black are united,
moves forward than me, my elders wishes,breath wishes
Will come behind, they are medicine to fear.
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77)BREATH:
(BIRAGO DEYOP,SENEGAL)
Don’t listen to words,
Listen, secrets wishpered by things.
Water tone song,
Shout nof fire is fate(condition),
As flute in forest, emitting out long sigh
Air,big breath,listen ,see.
Faded generation has not gone anywhere,
They are present in black shadows melting in days.
Those dead are not sleepin underground
They are present nin shaking trees
They are present crying forests
They are ithings wishpering secrets wayer ntome song,
Shout of fireis is condition(fate)n flowing river’s water.
They are present in silently sleeping water,
Ther are in dense population, inside housealso,
To those who have died have no death.
Don’t listen words,listen,
Listen things wishpering secrets.
Water tone song,
Shout of fire is condition,
In forest as flute,leaving long sigh,
Air,listen to breath of elders,see,
They have not gone any whre
they have not slept under ground
They have not died.
Those who have died,they have not gone anywhere
They are drinking milk in breasts of wife
they are breathing ib cry of child
They are present in spark breaking fire wood(stick)
Thay have not slept under ground.
They have become breath of slowly burning oven They are present in grass blade on which snow is poured
They are in rock where storm has blowd
They are in forest,they are in house also
Thaose who have died have no death.
Don’t listen to words,
Listen,secrets which things wishper
Water tone song
Fire shout is condition(padu)
As flute in forest, emitting long sigh
Air,ltsten to breath of elders,see.
That breath tells like this everyday.
‘this is non crossable rule
Our fate is bound by this law
Died still but not yet died fate
More powerful than them breath’s athmas they are bound
We by this creil law bound to life
but by this non crossable rule
dieing every moment, breaths they are bound.
Whether rivers sides,or banks
In screaming rocks,,in sorrowing grasses,
Bound by work of dieing breath.
becoming black,thin, in sorrow of that shadow,
In shaking trees,in crying forest.
In flowing water,in sleeping water,
Though died,not yet died
Present underground,,leaving house floating above,
More powerful than us to athma’s(soul’s) those breaths
To our elders who have given their breath
We are bound’
Don’t listen to words,
Listen,secrets which things wishper
Water tone song
Fire shout is condition(padu)
As flute in forest, emitting long sigh
Air,ltsten to breath of elders,see.
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78)FEATHER LIGHT SNOW FALL:
(GABRIEL HIKkARA,NYGERIA)
From Snow eye’s sky(cloud) below
Is getting down snow mass slowly
Tired in chills on elm trees is falling,
As feather light,as featherlight,see,
Naked by winter ,naked branches,
Slowly,collapsing to weight of weightless snow weight
Have bent like sorrowful relatives.
On deathless this earth,pure white cloth has slowly spread.
Died sleep,rising from heater, has rested on my eye lids.
As though buraga flower kissing water falls.
Then I found onedream.
In sleep equal to deaththere was no death of earth.
There was no guard of Elm trees,,it is mere bird’s dream:
Black birds flying at depth of chest,,they on palm(Thaale) trees
Building nest,keeping egg, made kids.
In those trees sun fruit,to them
Roots which dent(neggisu) cutter’s axes.those tree butchers
Becoming tired weak, found as though leaning to roots of my tree
Left by them only,their’s only roots
Palm(thaale) trees to all of them gave one one sun.
On their palm,
Eye shining sun objects(bimbas,rays)
But their frowned knots did not losen
Even to sun rays also,there was no golden shining!
Later I was awakened,again silently
Pouring snow mass
In evening namajbending thanking like white dress muslims
In force of storm,back bent trees.
In temple without feelings like sitting god’s face
Empty empty earth.
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79)IN HEART OF AFRICA SUN RISE:
(PATRIC EMERI LUMUMBA,KANGO)
One thousand years,youafricanlike animal underwent bad condition.
Your ash,in air wandering in desert torn and got distributed.
Those who gve peculiar violence to you,to retain your athma(soul),your pain for long time
Built shining attractive temples.
Near them there was uncivilised fist strength was there,.born along with white only whip was there.
You also had,right of death,yestears pouring right.
On your family symbol (sign) endless hungers,
Carved arrest chains(bedies) without liberation.
Yes,in body of forest,also fearful cruel death was waiting.
Like snake silently moving sara sara ,searching you,
Coming down from tree peaks,bushes branches
Embracing,occupying your body,diseased athma(soul).
Later,later,kept king cobra on your chest
On neck kept fire –water yoke(noga).
By cheating with mini mini bead chains(mani sara) carried wawy your lovely wife.
They looted innumerable,nonmeasurable fate.
From yout hut tom tom sound.
Day and night cry series.
Your sorrow song,alonmg with black rivers walked.
Regarding kids who underwent rape.
Abouttearsmblood rivers
In house like ant nest.
That much only small people living
To country to which dollar itself is king,
To poor country which they call their motherland,
Regarding ships which stole and carried you.
Song flowd like this through out country.
Kindles, in fearful mills,crushed and powdered in garden.
You are human like them only,taught.
Their god white god will grace you,
On the day of final judgement all are one like this.
Sitting near fire ,you became fire,
In suffering tone came your song.
Standing bending head in front of other’s house,
by own house only beggers condition.
Suddenly,fire burning inside,had emited and jumped above,had held you.
Blood had boiled full night.
Suffering blossomed as your dance, fathers ukkanda(…..?)filling body,
Getting matured.
Severe anger,storm, had born as crystal,in male tone sweet lyric song.
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Condition of centuries has appeared as song,,from inside had emitted black poem
Sharp like steel,like it only shining,breaking cell blossomed sorrow flower.
Minute of song birth was to world fear wonder
Filled soiled lidten, black continent.
World itself had wondered,,with fear has shook.
Blood’s excited rhythm ,jaj music’s intoxicated rhythm
In night’s dark red blue panju(hand lamp),with attacking song hearing
Whitened white people,are standing where they are standing, having dull face.
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Here is sun rise see,brother,this is new light
See our faces,in old Africa newly new heart
Land is ours,water is ours,,male rivers and rivers are ours. Mortagaged for yuga yugas,forest sea are ours.
For us only has got down sun’s burning ray
Eye tears,hyness attached to face, to dry up only one moment
Moment of tearing chains, breaking momnt of arrest chains
Melted away past time, again will not return murder time
Will never burn fire of slavery
From black earth emits total independent our lovely kongo
Breaking black seeds,has blossomed and stood black flower congo!
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BLACK POEMS PART 2(40 TO80) COMPLETED
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(PART
3)
BLACK
POEMS(AFRICAN POEMs: (FROM POEMS 80 AND ONWARDS)
TRANSLATED TO KANNADA :BY DR H.S.RAGHAVENDRA RAO.
RETRANSLATED
TO ENGLISH BY DR RAVEENDRA HOSADURGA.I AM GRATEFUL O AUTHOUR AND HIS FAMILY
MEMBERS.TRANSLATION IS MY HOBBY,SCHOLARS ARE REQUESTED TO CORRECT.
80)NEWYORK:
(LEOPALD SENGHAR,SENEGAL)
PART 1:
NEWYORK,
I was first first Illused by your beauty.
Golden hairs,golden coloured,
beauties beauty had spoiled my intellect.
How much shyness, in front of
metallic blue eye,snow smile in front
How much shyness,and (toxication) in midst of sky
kissers in moving paths,
To eye,giving hand shadow when solar eclipse was observed, what a
dullness(depression)?
Your light is sulpher yellow
,towers which explode
thunderbolts to sky
Dull white ash.By steel muscles,shining smooth stones
By skin,facing storm sky crapers.Aha!
I am fear wondering child.
But ,On naked foot path of Manhatan city,
two weeks will be spent.
At the time of completion of third week ,you will get
fever.
Like emittence of cheethah.
Riverless fieldless
two weeks, that much height’s plane(samathala)
On roofs
Immdeately dieing falling all birds.In my fist keeping
it’s fingure
Worrylessly walking
child’s snile will not blossom.
No mother’s breats.only nylan legs,sweatless
breasts,fragranceless breasts.
No soft words,because there are no lips only,giving
fresh notes
Purchased artificial hearts there are no books by
which we can get knowledge.
Sleepless nights,Aha Manhatan nights.
By Eye blinking
lights disturbed nights.
Motor horns sound in between zero(shunya) time.
Below,very much below,inner drainage water protected intercourses results(fruits)
Is washing out away. Like new born kids dead
bodies only filled river flood.
PART 2:
Now tine of signs time of final judgement.
Newyork,now time of
of atonement (prayaschittha),time of repentence
Now you should
listen divine drum(deva dundubhi).your heart
Let respond
accoding to blood rhythm.Blood is
your only.
In Harlem I
found colour grandeur.,smelled
intoxicating smells,
Heard
grumbling,humming sounds.
That is time of
taking tea in medicine sellers house-
There they were preparing for night festival
Night which gives relief from day.
Than day night is only true I announce.
Right where ever it may be.
Thjat was pure time.In streets and lanes,
than all memories in old ancient infinet time,
Hiden life god again emitting time.
All life powers
are shining like Suns.
Aha dance,oho dance black dance!
Harlem Harlem
now I saw Harlem.
By
yoke(negilu) nacked feet of dancers,in
roadside land green land is emittimg.
Silk smooth waists(jaghanas),breast which have bent
like sword,,naidile(water lilly) dancing.
And what a face
masks,At the base of feet of police horses,
rolling,movinglove fruits.
And I saw: small streets filling flowing white rum.
Cigars blue
smoke,in midst of snow black milk’s rivers.
Evening snow white,,in midst of cotton flowers,feather
decorating head of magicians.
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In the middle,wing-beat-joy,n midst of messengers sky
space I found.
Listen-newyorklisten,my bronzw fixed male tones obo instrumentsaccompanying background music vibration you listen.lip bited(bitten) and held sorrow
Falling like blood drops,listen falling to land drop
by drop
Your night’s heart,o there at distance listen to
responding,tama tama
Drum’s rhythm,rhythm of flowing blood-tam-tambloodand
tam-tam.
PART3:
Hey,newyork,listen to my words;newyork,in your vessels
ler black bloodflow.
That like jiva’s oil,in crevices(compromises) of your
steel held rust let destroy.
That to your
bridges,bending of your waist, ,fascination of creepers let give.
Now return,ancient times,now rearrival of unity has happened.
Lion.bull, and trees reunion has happened.now has
joined throught process.
Ear’s heart,symbol has joined meaning again.
There in your
riversfragrant crocodiles ,mirage Eye
oasisis and siron tiening giving necessity is not
there.
If to April
months rain bows open eyes and sit
,enough
And give ear,give
ear more than all.from laugh of saxaphone,
Give year to
divine tone which created whole world
only in six days
Seventh day
that god, like negro drowned in sleep.
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81)An INCIDENT WHICH HAPPENED IN WARIA POLICE STATION:
(JAN PEPPER CLARK,NYGERIA)
(After looking franesco piyare della’s’christ’s first punishment)
Making criminal naked till penis is seen,
According to honourable judje’s order,
Brought out from jail’s cell.
In square in midst of town,near bench he has drawn and
brought.
Hi black dirt body is
shining in sun light phala phala
Is screaming ‘sleep’ a whip like tone.
As soon as order is got,ocyopus hands wearing unisorm clothes
Fighting with him,making to struggle,make to sleep.
One clever sergeant sits on his back.
Now,like hissing
angry serpent
Endless,kindles stick beat.
Attacks on vibrating buttocks.
Carbolic water, blood ,stony chest’s bold minded
decision also,
Crossed pouring ears, mixed adultrated
Flood flowing anxiety.punish continuous.
Cleaning society with another crime,
Has been
purified.smell of first punishment given
to yesu.
Has filled whole environment.fear filled,
vurious,women’s,children roup.
In between his thighs seing folded tail,is laughing pisi pisi.
Appearing like
three great persons,
great people standing in one corner,
are discussing.probably about coming promotion
or abou market rate which has reached sky.and in car
standing near only.
One show man, and his friends are asking girls.
“give still
more wine and still more song
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82) PAIN:
(CHIKAYA U THAMSI,CONGO)
To dreams world ,than my name different key
Is not there sang bird.sitting in blood pond.
By it’s side only sea was boiling,
Wearing dress of blue jeans. Sea bird directionless
piece piece
In front od waves noise scream shout.
Who was priding
that I know stars
a black boatman had told like this.
Some love medicine if gives strength to arms,
Due to pain filled
eyes mud
I can cure leprosy patients(leppers).
My name is key to dreams
I am not
leprost patient.
As telling my name make to cross river, make to reach bank
Then strength
comes to your arms.
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Song and row(huttu) are in hand,baot is here only by
side
Where is river to be crossed?
Is this blood pond that river?
Close eyes
Come behind me.
Think about moon
Do meditation of my river
Right ,go let us cross.
Boatman sang, bird also sang
Three days three nights journey took place
In river’s bottom dirty bead.
Listen,
Waves are swinging cradle
Boatman sleeps
Sees dream.
In house of dead bodies today feast meals
There,first of all his intestines are eaten,
Later his arma,later his remembrances.
There rottened bodies are eating one another,
In dull light
of flash(minuku) insects.
Near ckeek of
each dead body gathered flashing insects
Should be seen as Christ god.
There they drink
cuckoo’s slow melodious song.
To an innocent
pity on his legs only.
He scratches
and removes from cup of blak tree.
A last piece of his memory
A domba girl
walking on rope.
He knos the
love to face his pain
He knows red
dreams of boatman in disturbed sleep.
Allowing their
songs to float
On singing water,happily playing row
Bird’s wings he knows.
On this distant bank field has come to drink,
With it forest grass army.
In rhythm of heat(tropical?) region complaint of thirst only,
Severe sun’s, knife like movement.
Sun pricks
chest sides of boatmen
All his swords are newly new
To those which
are sharpened,
By blood,
This blood is oozing out from land only
It’s drop is falling from sky also
When covered around yellow rain night.
Boatman tells to quail bird his name
My name is not key of
dreams there
Im not
lepper(leprosy patient)
Quail is not my name
Don’t die waiting for me.
I am your soul send off to you,
My black body
send off to you
To your arms
naturally strength will come
Iam not leprosy
patient.
Don’t wait forme and die
Spread arms are like cross.
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83) NEW YEAR’s DAY:
(CRISTOPHER OKIBO,NYGERIA)
Now it is
completed.
Separating last year from this year
Mid night’s funeral ceremony(ritual).
And now,under church benches forgotten
Prayer books
Already
forgotten new year’s decisions
Forgotten
medals
Will search and remove warden.
And around
souls(athmas) which have been lost in
samadhies
In midst of spread leaves,
Urina (town’s) half mad is singing like this:
New year has come chili pili chilipili
Again Christ will return,church bell has ranged(sunded)
After
discusdsion in heaven christ’s recoming.
Yesu-kodemus- magdalin…
Ding dong ding….
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And time is passing
carrying wind,glass,blanket
towards flood.
And journey which took place towards cross became
shunya(zero0 like this.
And time passes into time in lazy
person form.
And time inside
time
And infinet time and these moments
While rolling like this,
Why we should wait?for power sake
Shall we wait?
To wait means,
As far as we stay here to be here only
Flood flowing, to keep eye watch so that land will get dry.
Hope means,
Towards fate, to see beyond desire dreams.
Leaving us on
some day leaving hand not seen fate.
We are one who
have slept on sand mass
Dried up glands
Are pouring pus and dieing.
To wait only is right,aha
Like diesels engine beating dava dava dava
Along with
condolence flled hearts
Fire of hopes
hit.
Those dreams of
those humans,dreams
which are not
present anywhere
like peel of
onionblow-fly dreams
towers of sand house.
To dream and to
wait?
Ours is path of tiredness,very long path
Time which has awaited behind back only.
This moment or
next moment may come end time.
We have no
skilled boldness of Herclus
Responsibility of world making to to rise to other’s shoulders
To stay worrylessly valience.
If so where are roots?to account of this life
Where is right answer?
Roots are not
anywhere
Here roots are
not there.
If needed you
can search,
From this moment to till pralaya(total destruction)
time
If really seen, we are like this only.
Rising flying above and again collapsing below
We are mass of dry leaves.
Without
anychoise storm is carrying us
Old desires and newly born hopes
Like air bubbles
towards break.
Those explode in shunya(zero,field)
Towards fear
producing place.
Towards cross standing in shunya(field).
Otherwise ,endless
dice play(kavade play)
Endless life
Fate is our friend,to add and to kill
By this our graves arise.
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84)STRICH AWAKENNESS AT MID NIGHT:
(ARTHER NORJE,SOUTH AFRICA)
Now here night.
Owners are
indulged in sleep in upstairs
Eye of rooms are closed,it’s tones are dead.
But still mirrors here identify(recognize) our
existence.
That much is
enough, I am grateful to this room.
Without remembering previous condition, future fate
should not be known.
On thay day,bad fate, taking my body as loan
Before teaching
lesson of violence
What was I am,was I This me?
Now cameras are soft beautiful,in skin dead body boxes
Are taking rest.
Before wheel
legs become stagnant,work od catching street noise
It is already completed.
My heart’s story.whenthis red pen is pouring only,
See there,drop rain is dizling.
For time to move,why permission of mind,
In yellow clock
black digit.
Cool music is
running.
To passed time
light hole this picture.
Calendar is seen on house wall.
To see that I stood up.
Old flour mill,(eye border wet) south africa’s honour
journey
(sky blue beautiful deer deer) peaceful, dilemma scene
At some moment firm feel,is preventing pain’s waves
waves.
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In residing land only,brought song food box(butthi) ,
after completion of singing,Pain itself is joy.
Song is gold
mine, source of tears full of my land
It’s vastness.
Burnt burnt my
mind it in cheap loves
Binded in violence of
muscular body.
Scar marks on
my forehand are now silent.
Knife and whips if those had seen now
were shying
about their works.
In this house I
about relief
No necessity of screaming. There is no trouble of
dark.
To destitutes there is hope of light.to me in cups,
Neatly cut fruit slices are not needed.
Yes banana fruit can be eaten by peeling,what a rare
joy it is.
I don’t want it. To me give
whole experience as take take(catch,catch).
I know
both spending and elegantness(rasikayhe).
In coming days,in other some boats,
Myself about
this boat,anout it’s silentful peace
May talk like talkative.
By inebvitable
pain love has inducted this search.
From one place to another,one more place
Taking place in this search.
To this song I
have become still closer
That, taught by these nights loneliness crossing
winning
Teaching song.
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85) POET’S INTRODUCTION:
(RICHARD ENTIRU,UGANDA)
Probably,might be his old shirt-
Withered button, dull ask collar.
Or oilless,waterless, nt applied to forehead knot knot hairs.
Or his
simple simplicity.
Right that only reason.
Another heatless, joyless, hand shake.
In usual face laugh face mask.
I told his name.it was of no use,
Mugabo mugenge,what a
small name it is.
Might have
heard in queue standing in front of hospitals,
He can’t be in
telephone list!
To me there was
need of help really,
I told:
He is your old time friendyou,without even turning
back,
Was showing
hand to cars running in street. ‘
I am in ‘big post’
I told.
You ear suddenly got erect.
‘university professor,writer of many books’
’is it,aha,abba,bhe bhe’
Right, your
words perfect, your face feel perfect
Knowing thief as guest,shaking tail dog.
as soon as owner coughs
,like dog opening mouth to bark
you saw him again,what a hot handshake
pulling bringing smile enthusiastic flash
what a great speech you gave on that day
I coluld not hear,hundred people liked.
‘your photo is like that,why are you like this?
I did not recognize,sorry sir ,excuse sir’.
Right you were ready to act,
In indulged in
discussion of his novel
It’s main roles, they are not appearing from soil,
Are not talking with people lively.
Like this got upset.
,stopping looking towards him,
simply I was leaving head(burude,skull)
But he cut a joke:
‘o those roles there is company of such people only’
Still there as more to tell.
Like great clecer you poked nose
Society is a
shop street
Humans are selling products
There than thing
sticked label is important
Than true rate
rate label is important
We departed,we shall see again,bye bye
You were by
hearting his name.
Had
started to forget face already
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86)NO DEAD BODY (CADEVER) BOX,NO GRAVE ALSO:
(YARED ANGIRA,KENYA)
Dead body(cadever) was sent without dead body box
No indication
of Samadhi(grave) also.
Post mortem was done by dogs foxes andeagles.
In fileld hospital. Without knives and swords.
In front of night club!
Dam dam dam
rifles exploded.
That much,it is
government dead body funeral.
Honour of kushala thopu(fun bullets)
Kept legbent head car.
Red name plate cried.In it’s woner’s blood blanket
Digit(number) disappeared.
His dairy read sea(was read by sea).
Rain of his cruelty stopped ata end once.
Our flag’s colour is red-black-white-is it not?
Right, in flag body is covered.
To show him red signal who had come?
All of us
leaving politics to to such specialists
Had drowned.
In books.
In college lasses.
In hunger.
Were struggling
around ball9ragi ball) pot.
Wre rolling below holes screen.
Were fighting with stomach worms
Bar owner tells,
‘money talks madam
Female means magnet,surrendering madam.”
We covering bad mouth,boasting dry greatness
Request our father who is in heaven.
To show fate to this politician.
Right,his daily routine,?third great war submarine-
Had told his dead body report like this:
‘in gold filled dead body box,,
Under jacaranda tree
By side of my palace
Samadhi9grave)
should be done.
VIP status should be there….
In later party,water flow
Should flow’.
What ever it may be,
One stdent gave
one indication(instruction).
Bronging one tracter,
By phloughing that place should be made moderate(hada)
His dirtness
should be removed.
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87) OUR UMBILICUS CARD:
(KOFI ANYIDOHO,GHANA)
In cabbage rasam, lost thandu flesh
Will be got surely.
We will surely get.
Soon after
death if we have to die,
Lt them not cut our umbilicus card.
Our-land attachment-relation not become broken.
Last night,in village square,
A msn dashed o my athma sakshi9self witness).
Cused our gods.
I did not retalk.I know:
It is difficult to awaken those who act sleep.
By mads curses
and pains, to our self witness
There will be no wound.
Little(pinch of salt) salt lost in cabbage rasam
Will be got surely.
It searches tongue.
We heard their screams
Dogs devils came to memory.
Rushing towards dogs mad like devils
Thy,to our village
Did not give chance to sleep.did not give chance to
see dreams.
Now the are giving death sentence to us.
By village taddy(liquor) little body forgetfulness,
New generation’s
this show off people(systematic people).
They order us
to die.
Butstill to die
next moment after death,we
Please please don’t cut our umbilical cards.
Then,our name will be recorded in athmas(selves,souls0)book.
Crossing hundred thousands of pains.
Our death
appers in in function hall of
lakhs lakhs expectations.
That is,in exchange of
lucks lonely representative.
Lost hope in
public tears.
That will be got surely
Will be got surely.
And to die next moment only soon after birth
Please please…….but,we by fearing(fear producing) of
mads
Are not born to be murdered.
Even wounded cheethah also,is not friend (associate)of deers.
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88)SONG OF MALAYA
:
(OKAT P BETEK,UGANDA)
My sister prostitutes
You be present where ever.
Namaskara to you.
To all of us
Let there be
wealth and health.
Bull like young
navigaters welcome to sea shore.
I saw you
standing on deck and searching
Forvearth.
Your heart beat is listening to me.
Tam tam tut u tam.
Responding in
your waist that time bomb
Heavy. Very much weight is it not?
Aha……..Amma.
Soldier
breturning to house
Your song is hearing to me…….
Standing in
platform girls
Is seen to me…….
Murderer who
got life vdonation(jiva dana)
Shotly
releasing
Criminal, arrested,
Your grain
stores are filled up.
Come to house .welcome.
You if caught
drinks intoxicated,
Night clubs
only are
Warfield to you.
Has spread,spilled on ground,
Patkas,broken heads and glass pieces,
Are your wives are here…..
And you are thin,
Indian vegetarian.
Your vwife is
like rat
Delivers kids. To my dining table
welcome to you alsos
I habaked rad
flesh.
Have mixed
masala.
Bear haired
white mine workers, what if which mine.
To you what if which place?
Jumping bouncing
Sitting in land rover
Rising
dust cloud
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Making sweat
river to flow,
Building roads and bridges,
Arrived to this grea city,
Engineer.
Come in
Enter.
Young lover studying in college
to you all my thanks.
I will not ask money from you,
That and
shyness smile on face
And….. …..
Bba.
To me now
Ten years have come down as though.
Listen,
To your teacher
don’t tell that matter…. ….
Gap chup is it right?
Yesterday night
They had also come here!
Welcome to you
teachers,
Your lesson in
villages. You rise bus
You come rising cycle.
Rushing inside city
In your pant packets,
Purses are there swollen…. ….
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O leader of girijanas(shedled tribes)
In your hand wrist,
Golen watch.
Holding waist of wives
pressing flower
kiss to forehead,
Directly came
here
To my house’s lane.
Shining
briefcase is there,
Coin pregnant.
Your meet
How many days ti will run?
Who have gone out of city,
Bus drivers
To this night only will you return here?
Workers of factories,
Did you not here siron?
Your shift did it not finish?
In busy of
shops,
In false false lsughs,
You stand
through out day
You will do
that and this.
Sales boys,tell quickly
Why delay in sex play?
O brother,
Leaders of people
of community
How is our party/
How many rallies thisvday?
You gave how many speeches?
How much hand claoshow many people came?
Aha,
My blue shirt
Had become wet from sweat
Throat has
become harsh
Even body has
also got tired
O friend.
In my house there is cool beer
There is hot water to bath, sweet edibles to eat.
Come brother come
Eat,drink let tiredness go off
Let body become
heat.
Sister prostitutes,
Be present
where ever you want,
Rise up,
Take bath.
Decorate.
Wear new clothes,
Wear laughing
faces.
Get spread on table,
Flower bunch creeper….. ….
Prepare for meals
Fresh fruits
Fragrant
flowers
New flesh
materials9products)
Hungery lions of this orld
Night movement has started.
Hunt has started
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89) CONDOLENCE SONG OF ONE WHO HAS UNDERGONE SUNNATHI:
(LEOPALD SENGHAL,SENEGAL)
Night of childhood, severe blue night, golden colour
night,o moon
For you how
many times I have desired.
In midst of mid
youths, mid days, severe sorrows.
By road side
desire came,
Memory of that
day came.
Now only
loneliness,
In midst
of spread around elevated sand.
That was night
of childhood. Like damber dull severe
black night
Backs which were bent with fear were ours.
Heavyness of roar of lions ours.
Slight silence,
little noise,under that night.
High level
grasses ,bent below leg
We walked into body of forest.
Burning handlamps(panjus),fires of hopes,
In front of
About to drown sun, countless negligible(small ones)
To innocent
minds,consoling burning sticks.
Death is inevitable,endless tumult(thalamala).
Like girls fearing to death, kept hand on neck.
To beauty of
song mine is dead ear,dead mind.
Wile blue pegions shout and call
In mad river of fear, all beauty dirt stick.
Let us die,let us dance,
By knitting arm
arm like garland,
Troubling to
leg boy ornament not needed,dress not
neded,
Light of hopes
is enough. Lightning under clould.
Aha!
Drum tone
plough(yoke,negilu) is cutting holy silence.
Song whip inblood
is sowing vibrations.
Fear held by
pressing neck, is fearing to rhythm and running.
Life only has
made to stand death in shaking
This penis
(shishna) night, crossing our innocence
Crossing our
ignorance as though rising up
Sing,dance,shine.
o.
Leave childhood back.let poetry die, let sentence
formation become powdered/
Unnecessary
words group let get washed washed off.
Rythms melodious heaviness itself is enough.
On this bank,to build tomorrows city cement of words
are not needed.
Let sun rise
happn from shadows sea
Body of sea is also blood,even east is also blood.
These waves are
that rises’s various kinds colours.
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But god,
How many times I have poured tears.
How many times.
To those transparent
nights of that childhood,
This male time of middle age,mere time of
athmas9selves,souls).
All bodies leaving subordination of flesh becoming naked time.
Like trees of
Europe in winter.
See,bones are very abstract.
Their’s is ,long
line’s scales and compass’s acceptable to
Arithmatics very dry world.
Life
appears to leak like sand in between fingures of male
Arrests flowing water,bondage of hail stones(alikallu).
Water
grasses(algaes,jondu ) is passing in midst of helpless arms
Water fall equal to serpent.
Dear nights,
nights which gave friendship
childhood nights,
in lap of forest-sea grown nights,
lifenet
responding feel attached nights
opening closing eye lids, wing world sitting-flying,
hearing breath tone, as though silence only breathing,
delicate deep dark
nighta
you only tell.
In mid day of
life,inboredom of hot breath,
How many times I have desired, worried for you only.
Have passed
time alone.
Tell you only tell.
Undermid day
sun poem dries up.
to that is needed
evening snow.
Matured fruits,fascinating fragrance’s
,flowing inside body, life water’s rythms
Drum gives re sound.
On that day’s
like those children,desciple’s elder guru,
Your unbound
knowledge is needed I know.
Due to
confusion of life of th to understand my
responsibility,
is world, to know meaning,
As father,as hero,,to know my responsibility,
Without forgetting those who labour.without moving
aside such people.
Distributing all to all,
To find out
regions of duty,
My knowledge
,your patience is needed to me.
Song is not mere magic(modi).
By thay buds of
my body’s life blossoms(enlightens).
A poem is
bird-snake.
It is marriage between
shadows and fingures.,song of sea depth.
Beyond words grave there present it’s infinet life.
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90)LAVINO
SONG-2:
(OKAT P
BITEK,UGANDA)
Lock, has become owner of my husbnd.
It has become husband of my husband.
My husband.
From there to
here and here to there
walks like
a small boy.
Without dignity,without honour.
When guests come to house,
His face will
be black.
No tone of welcome,no smile.
simply asks
“what can I do for you?”
Msathematics
of this clock’sof white9people) I won’t understand.
Taught by mother akolies time count.
I know.
Our people’s
traditions are known to mr
To hit mouth who are you??
Is child crying?
Let him suck
breast and drink milk.
To make to
drink breast milk clock is not neded.
If child is
crying,
He might be unhealthy.
First medicine
of child is breast only.
Feed milk to
kid
Cry stops.
Though fever
has come,
Let him be sucking breast.
Till doctor who
sucks beer comes.
Our house yard’s
children,
Will not see clock and sleep.
When eye lids
become heavy
They sleep.
When they
become feather light
stand up and emit.
Has child
become dirty?right give bath to him.
For that
sake,there is no need of looking towards
Sun
When there is
no water in house,
Though it is time of giving bath
Though whole body is dirty,bath is impossible.
My husband
listen,
In knowledge of akolies, time as dull dull
Have not cut
and keot as hours and hours.
It is to be sucked till it is completed,
Flowing only,
Not liquor
(taddy) in pot.
Time,
Sitting in
midst of young people who have hunted and come,
While seing only disappearing not ragi bread.
It will not
close like vegetable in plate.
Will spit to
face of lazy youth.
Will slap to
lazy youth’s cheek.
To Lazy wife beats fall.
On looking lazy
male people laugh.
Not die to fact
that they will waste time.
Without
producing anything, they will eat all and
belch .
That much only.
If continued
like this,
On our villages
draught attacks.
Our women
holding begging vessel go to side
villages.
With them unacquainted males sleep.
With your wives
their sex play
What will you do now,tell
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91) LAVINO SONG 3:
(OKAT P BITEK,UGANDA)
Now to okol
No love on old time girls.
He wants up to
date girl
That beauty’s name is
klementine.
Uo to date
klementine
She has onlt one dream
If appears like
white enough,
That itself is
very very fine.
Her lips are
severe red
Heat of burning charcoal.
Mouth dipped in
blood like wild forest.
Her mouth is open ulcer
Ghost like female.
Tina tina
lovely tina,
Applies ash.
To bleck face
white ash.
Dull dull face.
Like magician
who has g
one to dance
appears our
tina like monkey.
to face applying stool and ash
dances tina.
Body full sweat
dropd,
Is she tina.
Ash hen??
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92)LAVINO SONG -6:
(OKAT P
BITEK,UGANDA)
Friends of my tribe,
Listen.
I lamnt(halubu),
For my husband who has lost imtellect.
His head is
lost.
In forest of books.
When he was desiring for my love
There was jiva in his eyes,
In his ears there was no ear wax(gugge).
Okol had not yet become fool.
My friend was
still my husband.
At that time he was not yet female
Still he was independent
His heart only was his guide.
My husband was
still black man,
Guli’s son,Agik’s son. This woman of okol village
Was still male he was Akoli.
Paoers on my
husband’s table
were making to fear as rolls and rolls
like giant creeper of
demon forest.
Like kithuba
trees which grow themselves
by
absorbing other trees. Like legs of
young men indulged in orak dance.
They are interwoven.
Like goggo fence pillars they have blended.
Like hard forest’s roots of demon creepers
They are welded tightly.
My husband’s house.
forest of
fearful books.
Dark filled forest. Forest of shaking chills.
Rising up by it’s land,hot poison’s dense steam,
In midst
of mass of letters along with severe
snow,
With rain drops
Join.
O my tribe people,
We all shall shed tears together.
Come.
For death of my
husband we shall do condolence
That is prince’s death.
That is death
of mere ash
Which
created burning fire.
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O,
Today this
house has completely died.
To this house’s
door hit jail thorn.
Prince(successor) who is king of this state has died.
All all youths
Have become destroyed in dark of forest.
Once,
In moonless night this house which burnt like forest
fire,
Today
Had become feeble like breath of old man who is about
to die.
Only one true
valent has not remained to us.
Whole
village war arresteds(khaidies) and
slaves
Have occupied.
Among our boe might have been missed(avoided),
May be waiting
for sunset by hiding in bush
But will he come before another sorrow celebration ?
Will he be here before before time crosses?
In inside me
pittha(bile) is burning.
Is disturbing
like as though vomiting.
Because,
All our youths
were killed in
forests.
In their
maleness class rooms
There was murder.
Their outer
testeses were broken
Big books.
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93)OKOL SONG 1:
(OKAT P BITEK,UGANDA)
Lay,
Shout your mouth.
Tie knot and bag
Go.
Take all clothes which
I have
purchased and gave
bead chain garland.
With remaing
vessels
to me any
second hand
thing is not needed.
In car boot
There is gunny bag.
Fill up you
things in it.
Say right.
Women song mans
Hard knife.
After crossinmg
wind pipe,
After applying
red paint to grass,
Like cry of
hotha(male goat).
No control.
That is a kind
of single tone.
No singers to
sing with.
No instrumental
archestra. Meaningless peculiar sound.
No body to
ask.nobody to tell.
Like echo of
Women’s cry.
In yesterday’s funeral
from some old grave
Dead people’s song.
Dried bones
noise latapata.
If wooden arrow goes and hits concrete wall
What happens?
It will fall
down
Some boy
As though hitting by caterpillar
Like getting stone hit
Dieing falling bird.
Sigh of emperor
who is in
ajnahavasa(unrecognized living).
Have you heard?
In shadow
spoiled hut shadow
Sits on log of wood.
Severe kata kata chills,
In torn
pant,drilling wind.
Passes like
knife.
Wounded
knee
licks like tigers’s tongue.
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But yesterday night!
Such great
Yesterday’s night.
From his left leg’s small fingure
Slowly blood is oozing.
Around that a
big a
Housefly is flying.
S his arm pit has
Swaeted from sweat,
Torn shirt
pieces
Has sticked on back.
Yesterday aha
what a jolly,what a jolly.
Taking hot bath
water,
leg collapsed carpet red slipper
to his dry lip
taste of salt
in throat uncooled thirst
swallowing
saliva with difficulty,
finishea aha.
Yesterday night,
On his thigh
waitress
In ear wishper words.
‘my lord,my beloved’
Red wine,dull light
females laugh’come sleep near’
her sisters red lip.
Hard breastmgiant thigh…..
Yesterday aha,thirst completed.
He sees hand
Black dirt nail
Fear swaeat,
Is
tightening breath.
Again again asks
”why like this why?”
Female’s
song,that
Defeated army commander’sten thousand mad swing.
Who died are
Others escaping
into directions,
Where is value
to damning of those who are defeated?
Have tied eyes black cloth.
Knot of hanging
rope
Around neck.
Female
Your sond.
Running
away hunters left
Rottening bufello,
It’s nose is
tied
House flies are absorbing blood.
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Two eyes, ball of green houseflies,
Tear only are
food to them.
In wounds of
sword
In blood and puses
Shining insects world.
Thin
necked,bald headed
Eagles are flying above.
Sounding bones old lions
And laming hips
hayenas
Are fighting
for bones,shouting.
Conditions of
womendirty butter.
Those are
sour pig flesh.
Bad
smelling,filled up in sore burude(bottle
gourd?)
Honey mixed, blood mixed bad smelling dirty sour milk.
In valley seen
below,
To me each
village is seen.
Huts,grain storages……
All torn broken
Braod pumpkin, Full of it insects.
We plough whole valley by plough(negilu,yoke).
Pumpkin and such old vegetables
We make compost manure.
Middle border
lines between family assets
We will vanish(fade).
Belonging to
different families,
Standing in
between lands
Trees we will make upside down.
Borders lines between
tribes(budakattus)
Are getting vanished.
Their mother
languages
Are going to die by tight breath.
Hey,boy come
here,
Listen well,
Call aya who is here,call her,
Let these women tie bag,you also help..
After she goes put soap and wash house.
Clean,broom,broom,let her dirt go.
See I am going
to town
To bring painter!
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94)okol SONG-6:
(OKAT P BITEK,UGANDA)
Your hissing I
heard.”who is this person?what is his name?”
You don’t know me?
Myself working hard,pouring sweat
While I was reading economics,
My friend who
is judge
To do bar at law was byhearting,
What you were doing sir?
You are very hot(busy?)
were dancing
jointly.
Were wandering
making thithi(ceremony) meals
Were anderinfg
in forest alone,
searching honey
and were drinking
no control of king, no trouble of devil,
small children
eating stomachful
were dancing near hut and spent time.
Then we spent
years In jail.
Without
bitter,suffered without telling thutik ,pitak.
We found dream of
tomorrow’s revolution.
Thought,formed
plans.
Tell me,friend,comrade.
Directly,in simple way sincerely,give answer.
Giving two
shillings money(coins),
Became party member.
When party leaders visited our village.
Told sharanu,danced,sang,
Shouted announcements(agendas?),true
Do you know meaning?
What is your gift in freedom fight?
Great person?
Comrade,
I also won’t agree?
Without my leaders renunciation(thyaga)
Would our arrest chains(bedies) were getting detached?
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To such leaders,
If small
facilies are given
Are you so low so as to feel jealousy?
Che! Che,is it
anywhere.
To me there is
fine house in city.
In vast hand
garden,
Roses,jacarandas, have filled and spilled.
Lilly,sevanthige, sugandharaja,,jasmine…
All all are here.
Beuty of my
roses,
Did you like
it?
Or in place of
my flower garden
Is maize jower land needed?
When independence matures,when gives fruit,
In it’s cutting
What did you get?
if you sleep
in leaking upstairs hut
is it my mistake?
My thin
childern
On mere
groundwith sheeps and goats,
If sleep by
distributing soil bed
Am I responsible for that?
Who told I am responsible
For poverty of
farmers?
Landless labourers
For unemployment
and all all
Am I cause?
Inspite of
this, wandering
village village childern
did I attract
towards prostitution?
If people
become dullards without reading writing,
For that they only are cause.
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Myself requesting ministers
Once built a school in village.
Side village
people
Don’t go to
school like this
Did I do obstruction?
To me in town
Still so many assets are there.
But-now I will
show come,
Throw away dust
of your leg
Sit in Mercedes
car. I will take you to ride.
I will show my
form.
In this place
town people were hunting
When tracter
came for first time,
Village people
ran away with fear.
Like squirals.
Like rats
fearing
To hunting dogs.
See, Forest of
Africa nowgreen land,garden.
Wheat,barley,coffee……..
See that bull
Old medal valiant
No horns,deep
black, phala phala
Shining bull.
Hey,
From
unsterilized dirty hands,
Donm’t touch breasts of my cows.
Don’t touch
milk vessel…….
O! see there,
On green graas lawn(bed)
golden carpet
did you see? They are my sheeps.
Wool and flesh.
Abba! Plants buding out,
Crops leaving
flowers, fruit maturing,
Dancing Young
bull(cow?) and lovely lambs
Playing,
How much joy to see.
Myself every
sunday
I will come to my form. Beyond town noise
Will drink good air.
To me air of my
country is ltke very nuch
Soil smell I like.
Coffee buds fascinating smell
still more I
like.
My dear friend
and comrade,
Tell me.
Do you
remember?
At the night of release
Mangala instruments were sounding.
In eyes of people tears flood of joy
To country flag
thei namana.
Dancing,singing,safety conversation.
On that
morning, in rain of speeches
Did anybody
tell you?
By side of
Rural path mere snow on grass.
When will it
become gold.
Women who have
gone to well to bring water,
or
In place where
deers drink water,
To keep cages(bonu)
Hunter who went in morning only, may picj up that
golden drops And at the beginning of
draught withering jiva trees leaves!
Those
leaves becoming notes
,flowng through air,
Festival to
village people did you found dream??
Near me there is asset,
Wealth is there
We are in power.
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Her to those who do
Unauthorized entry
Life sentence should be given
(jail up to death).
They
thieves,ronnerors,
They should be hanged.
To those who give difference of openon
Should be kept in jail without enquiry.
Lions,
Sleeping with
lambs(sheep kids)
Eating grass,drinking water,
Will those play with deers?
Will female cheethah
breast feed
To pig kid??
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95)OKOL SONG
-8:
(OKAT P BITEK,UGANDA)
Woman,
On your cheel cup full of water flows
It is seen to you.
Like mother
sitting by side of dead son,
Due to anger
and despairs
You body
shakes.
Let them beat
war drums.let them blow horns,
Let women sing
song of celebration.
Let them play
bell of awakenness(awareness).
Lt all tribe
people come.
Let women also
come.
Finall let them all unite. On head and body
Let them appley ash.
Women hitting
chest by stones
Let them cry from pain of separation.
Let them fall
on land and roll in dust.
In sorrow excitement
let them pull hairs.
Let males
sharpen their weapons.
Word-shield, bow-arrow,sword-axe
Let all all come.
Let bird
feather crown decorate head
Let youths do rehersal of imitating wars.
let females indulge in
singing songs of
their
husbands,their families, and their husband’s families.
Let those who
play drum(chande) play rythms of
Dead body funeral.
Let people sing
dance celebrate
Old heritages and celebrations
And death joy.
Cry,cry still
more,
With which you are well aquainted.
The village
world which you had loved so much
Has become destroyed.
That in strong flood of civilization and progresses
Has got washed away.
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Doing before
flowing of morning only,
journey towards well.
In julu julu
flowing river bath
At evening around fire.
Family union ,dance.
We met for first
time
‘you are needed by me’widened eyes and told.
Green not
fading shadow,,non vanishing neem tree.
Do you remember.
To endless song of Ogelo bird
In near trees monkie’s back ground archestra?
While pitying for death of old customs,
Let people drink taddy,,suck beer,poir tears.
O,there, in
your hut,
Leaning midd;e pillar, sitting on stool,
Our village
hero(leader).
Let him come out,rise stage,
Let all people come near,,let be silent.
All right,
First start
your send off speech,
To equal age group friends tell hats off
Your sons and grandsons,
Let tell bye bye to you and to one another.
Because as tomorrow morning cock shouts
All town people will disperse in various directions.
To each one
,his his path,
All are travelers to new city
After leaving village
They won’t meet mutually.
Tell good bye to all,
From now onwards you will never hunt together,
Not sing,not
dance, not see,not unite.
By destroyed
hadies(villages),turning back to you,
To escaping
ancient old gds tell
Tell sharanu(surrender).
,from now onwards they will no hear your prayers.
No use in sacrificing hen,sheep,goats
They have passed and gone in wind.
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In burnt smoke
of original house they have melted
Woman,
Stop crying.
Your barren(sterile) tears will put off flame of civilization
Do you know like this?
Wash your face
with tears.
Take soap and
towel.
Here there
little asprin.
Your head ache will be reduced.
Vastly
open city door,
Is
Appearing to me.
Males and
females are enterin inside…..
Here undr this
tree,
What work to
you?
Why you did not go with others?
Memory of
broken house? Lost haadi’s memory,
Or,
Fear of new
city?
Sister,
You have only
two paths,
Come with us to
city,or
Take one rope
Hang yourself!
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96) TO WIFE WHO IS DIEING WITH CANCER -2:
(SIL CHENE KOKAR, SIYERALIYON)
Last month, giving treatment to you in end days,
Have carried to place. After innumerable
journey’s
to hospital for chemotherapy,
,punjent like wet pepper,
giving judgements, after clinics
doctors who
stood without moving like statue,
told send off(separation).
On seing this dependence on pain reducing drugs.
On seing stubbornness of pain not yielding to medicines,
Your red dreams,dreams come.go.
In engligh and thagalag language.
Like slow movements of hands of director of dumb
singers archestra your arms move. Harps of bone
and dry drums
are ready. I think life is not river’s
rhythm,
or jumping to sky bird singer’s sweet voive.
Even when Sun was not seen, weeping yellow trees
beyond window your smile was able to make to blossom.
Cold touch of
winter is making leaves to turn yellow.
Now when is at
border of tragedy
It ir raining.beautiful memory of burning youth.
But love god, that female who is sleeping inside
Mere bones bag,,life story which has become bone skeleton
To beauty of
Colour changing leaves, who has closed eyes.
As soon as
possible carry her to light filled
world.
Because, to keep her lively,so as to laugh
Song has died much before only.
Now in your silent lips flute.
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97)TO WIFE WHO IS DIEING FROM CANCER-1:
(SIL CHENE KOKAR, SIYERALIYON)
No. this is not
very sharp knife tip,
Getting support of pillows.leaning on bed
To stop this
final judgement,
Wheat
grass,vipricot kernel(thirulu) , and silk worm milk mixed,,drinking bitter poison seing you is not knife tip.
But eye filled
to spill out sun’s brightness,
No need of holding stich and knitting carpet
Memory of those days……that is very difficult.
To curved life given by god, preparing us
There is no
Education.
cutting hind
parts when removed also
you did not complain,grumble.
Sickle of yama
everything of your femaleness sacked
away.
Chemotherapy sucked all your rasa and sqeezed.
Banana plants
shining in in sunlight of heat zone(tropical zone?)
If fixed in Antarctica,,it dries up.
Still by
sitting in pain friend
Was looking T.V. but did not leave reading habit up to
end.
Some wood pecker drilling in forest, were walking near pond.
In mind house
dream.to give grains to squirals,
To irritate
duck baka baka.
Kres of side
cabin grumbling about his legs to listen.
At least it was possible for him to drive.
but now for new god waiting thought out day
you are sleeping. Flying from las vegus coming holding hand sitting myself.
-securities demon spiders and airport’s endless
Waitings don’t
even remember also.
Starting from manila, in desert of myduguri
And examined in freetown,,after love of twentyfour
years
Your final desirein jubad,flowing in front of our
house,
Till going near river, to hold breath.
Children,malaika, and davy are waiting for miracle.
Are searching
for god’s grace and myself
Seing boundless
power which has protected bitter mind,
Am wondering. Sittin g on this side of tragedy.
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98)’GORI’-AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF AN ISLAND:
(BASUNDARE NIYI,SENEGAL)
PART1)
In middle of
sea wet land(gadde) sowing of sun’s feet
In burning day
time water river light’s crop bunch bunch
Beyond bevodad
trees gross stem’s non clear language,
Makes mad thale
trees. Sahul’s frying sun light.
There white ducks with screaming crows change.
Wide step marks
of history. Much beautiful esarth
sky’s of sensgal
Salty taste
of always opened memories build sculptures.
With sea
birds,like them only medicine white. In severe blue land thunderbolt like incident,
On sea
glass other’s ship’s movement. Sea
laughs,
Opening wide feather white sea laughs
Wipes wet cheeks, with hand kerchief of hoistin flags.
Later sun
light’s muscle pieces, by fdlowing
figure waters makes to play.
Now mid day
And now sand
attached granades explode
rainless months seven tongue attack of explosion ,
at end dried
nuts get cracks
like seeds
exploding pata pata.
Again atlantic ocean attacks
Breaking banks,
Foam mouth’s
shark’s snow cover army army.
PART 2)
Our bating is
floating on sea waves.
Filling up
seven kinds of smile products
Bathing in
urgency like hippo of crawling walk.
Poets are there, story writers are there, writers only
is journey
Here gun is this much only,smoke spitting pen.
The name canon
also,photo taking camera
Antarctic sea attacks,break banks.
Fom mouth sharks snow cover get get.
PART 3:
We search for
path in which gun flows,
white
people’s white ship’s behind white flag.
In white’s blood fixed memory in front of us.
We will search
the path in which gun has flowd.
Sea cutting born movement like notes archestra,
Soundless
colourless,pain is it’s walk
We search for path in which gun flows.
Broken sand
elevation rock path to side.
Peace above ,restless inside sea below boat.
We search for path in which gun flowd
In completed wars exploding killing
Sorrow merged
rifles dried up thirst.
We search for
path in which gun flowd
Blood flowing bevobab
trees
In midst of
whip arch pillars.
We search path in which gun flowd .
in between sara
sara movng sand.
Algae (pachi) attaching becoming charcoal in between
bone song.
Again atlantic sea is attacking,break break banks
Foam mouth’s
sharks snow cover get get.
PART 4:
Galus and
hangings
Sand elevations
and explosives explosions.
Air’s notes archestra
Screaming tones, endless tumult.
Wrists,feet
Head skulls,,severe silences.
Celebrations of chains.
Conversation
between sand particles,
Breaking
owners, not leaving devils
Hiting orders
bullets attacks
And atlantic
ocean is attacking,break break banks
Foam mouth’s sharks snow cover get get.
PART 5:
Slaves
jail,fort;
Stony walls, concrete steps
Thick like log of wood and deaf like lonely house.
On land wooden
wood,steo man eating scream.
Go up.go
up,window is open.
Beyond window, endlws sea has conducted guard.s
Given order is bound order,for retalk scolds rain
In various kinds.
Fort,jail of slaves.
Spread around
various designs iron creepers.
Noiseless, sounding door closed hells.
Beginingless endless
water valley sea. Beyong sea ia waiting
humskilling
Europe’s sea wide body.
And atlanti sea attacks, break break banks
Foam mouth’s
snow cover get get (army?)
PART 6:
In string fence
sea chills wind
Receding back
waves wounded person’s stammering words.
Suddenly
detached evenings mornings unforgotten steps.
Like
crawling shadows mving miles
boats(theppas)
Before jumping towards sky screaming crows.
Like piece
piece scarfs snow breaking hoisted lags.
Like smelling
dogs Cutting waves boat tips.
This man eating
ship’s holding chukkani(…….?) intoxicated navigators.
Above above,here,where towards endless sea windows are
there
Many questions
army(group) arrests you,
This only history’s main door
Again atlantic
sea is attacking, banks break break
Foam mouth
sharks snow cover get get(army?)
PART 7:
Hell,in hell
descending in hell’s mud pit’s gum black
well,
Get down
see,’places of intercourse’.
Gum of sweat
sticked lines and lines boies,
Prana air
disappeared sellar’s crevices
Leg tread stool mass
wingless smells,
Grown and stood
like scorpions legs hands nails.
On maps of stubborn
shoulders.
Sex irritating,
whip beats blood lines.
On that side, on crying stone bed,christs in between
chains.
Wet, dog’s nose,snow cold wet
Lampless
emits, controlled angers
Dust drunk
deaths, in rusted iron stone Ice drops
Dinking bloo
becoming excited mouito srmy,
Wet,dog’s nose’s snow cold wet.
Stolen suns,
dis appeared stars,
Ky?see there!
Cheethah’s eye stone crystal.
Earth! In
between legs of arrest chains coin wide
shining.
Intoxication.
Troubling waves from free laugh violated
moments.
Wet,dog’s nose’s snow cold wet.
And atlanti
ocean is attacking,break break banks,
Foam mouth’s
sharks snow cover get get.
PART 8:
Memories….
Memories of hand lamps(panjus) held at evening.
Memories of
rifle (phirangi) which made nights days
Goalless blind swords ,bhalles, and man eating
jokers memories.
Mirrors covered
with snow and troubling traited hand dolls
Memories. And liqior’s rivers,making kings mad lasses.
Thousand years
intoxicated intercourses belches.
Arrest chains
to hand, leg chains walk towards sea.
Memories. For waiting cheethah’s joymemories of monkey
which
teared mongoose and ate
and atlantic
ocean is attacking,break break banks
foam mouth’s
shaks snoew cover get get.
PART 9:
Own moonless
night,moonless night,
One’s own moonless night.
Day without own
sun,
In our skin
fort,
Harlem’s hashishes.
Nbricks
tonn’s pits
Sovetos slums huts.
Our times new
businessman’s memories.
Long long
nails,their murdering teeth
To give old
marks nd to buy new wounds.
Banks,karbanka,pledging,
burning stick
To slavery of
new times Antarctic new koes(canine’s) sharks.
memories
this much early
how can hill forget
It’s own echo’s fragrance?and Atlantic sea
attacks,break break banks,
Foam teeth’s
sharks snow cover get get(army?)
PART 10:
Gori ,gori,burn
burn
Birds singing here,from miltry sound gets
one raga(tune)
as loan.
In their nests
baganoyo and badgares blood
pouring from thale trees,
brought feathers will be there.
From inner
minds knit blanket, history given clothes ornaments.
This blanket
searches our disappeared rain bows path.
And atlantic ocean is attacking,break break banks
Foam mouths,
sharks snow cover get get.
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Note: Gori is an island in Senegal country. In palace here to be sent to America
slaves were kept under arrest.
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FULLY COMPLETED,,,,
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