The severity of agony is unknown
to the measurement of square yards
The iron kites flying in the space
Can never see the row of ants
Times move here too
The run of river never appears on the surface
Fields are a fistful
But the yielded crop is immense
Walk is slow but the success achieved is tremendous

The cement on the soil covers the skin
And if we say that is the progress, how can it be?
Never measure the ratio of creation with dollars
The village is small but the breath is great
Sunrise is OLD but the STIMULUS is new

Original: N. Gopi (Telugu)
Translation: Swatee Sripada

The pictures drawn by the streams
Before being caught by the eyes change
The leaves and the drops at bout one-on-one
How can drops win over the leaves?
In the majestic mass-parade
Rajkapoor and Nargis, on the Marindrive,
Heat up the rain

Somewhere at a distance
The broken lumps of lightning’s fall down
The rain snatched my umbrella
And threw it far away

Now, but for me, the rain and the darkness
No one is on the road

An anicient smell of sky
Submerged my body
A strange agitation
in the locks of the road-side bushes

Meanwhile, somewhere, the live wire snapped
Now, a rain within too!
An unnatural ugly chill gale swept across
as if something undesirable happened

In the flood
a stained blood streak afloat
And drifting inward
The feet drowned in water trembling
Isn’t that the blood of yesterday’s hero?
Collapsed to by the bullets!
Now, [...]]]> But for me and the rain
none are there on the road
The street lights
Turning the rain drops into pearls
String them as garlands

The pictures drawn by the streams
Before being caught by the eyes change
The leaves and the drops at bout one-on-one
How can drops win over the leaves?
In the majestic mass-parade
Rajkapoor and Nargis, on the Marindrive,
Heat up the rain

Somewhere at a distance
The broken lumps of lightning’s fall down
The rain snatched my umbrella
And threw it far away

Now, but for me, the rain and the darkness
No one is on the road

An anicient smell of sky
Submerged my body
A strange agitation
in the locks of the road-side bushes

Meanwhile, somewhere, the live wire snapped
Now, a rain within too!
An unnatural ugly chill gale swept across
as if something undesirable happened

In the flood
a stained blood streak afloat
And drifting inward
The feet drowned in water trembling
Isn’t that the blood of yesterday’s hero?
Collapsed to by the bullets!
Now, but for me and he
No one is there on the road.

Original: Dr. N.Gopi( Telugu – ‘Aneka’ padella kavithvam)
Translation: Nagaraju Ramaswamy.