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		<title>In the end…</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>Nothing remains in the end!<br /> Even the dreadful snake… that herald of death<br /> Dissolves like a scrawl on water.<br /> Some wild plant peeps out with passion<br /> Breaking through the grave<br /> Sapping the essence of the bod<br /> Only to wither away soon.<br /> Some small dirty cranial bone remains<br /> Wallowing in sun and dust…<br /> Rejected even by a hungry fox.</p> <p>That’s it! Nothing remains in the end!<br /> Even that ethereal flower of youth<br /> That morphed the captivating carnal expanse<br /> Into an exuberant intoxicating music<br /> Shall have to bite dust<br /> With its hairline fracture on the bone.</p> <p>The libertine must pack up and depart dejected<br /> Leaving behind the ruins of body- temple<br /> Abhorring the cold flaccid breasts<br /> And the dead loathsome mocking memories</p> <p>It’s inviolable<br /> For the red-tailed wicky-bird feeding on oil<br /> In the dead of night<br /> To rise up suddenly into flames<br /> And pass into nothingness.</p> <p>That’s all!<br /> Nothing remains in the end!<br /> Every morning is a teasing promise.<br /> Every morning is a new seven-knot cessation.<br /> Won’t anything remain?<br /> Not exactly.<br /> In the end,<br /> [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Nothing remains in the end!<br />
Even the dreadful snake… that herald of death<br />
Dissolves like a scrawl on water.<br />
Some wild plant peeps out with passion<br />
Breaking through the grave<br />
Sapping the essence of the bod<br />
Only to wither away soon.<br />
Some small dirty cranial bone remains<br />
Wallowing in sun and dust…<br />
Rejected even by a hungry fox.</p>
<p>That’s it! Nothing remains in the end!<br />
Even that ethereal flower of youth<br />
That morphed the captivating carnal expanse<br />
Into an exuberant intoxicating music<br />
Shall have to bite dust<br />
With its hairline fracture on the bone.</p>
<p>The libertine must pack up and depart dejected<br />
Leaving behind the ruins of body- temple<br />
Abhorring the cold flaccid breasts<br />
And the dead loathsome mocking memories</p>
<p>It’s inviolable<br />
For the red-tailed wicky-bird feeding on oil<br />
In the dead of night<br />
To rise up suddenly into flames<br />
And pass into nothingness.</p>
<p>That’s all!<br />
Nothing remains in the end!<br />
Every morning is a teasing promise.<br />
Every morning is a new seven-knot cessation.<br />
Won’t anything remain?<br />
Not exactly.<br />
In the end,<br />
At different times, and in different forms<br />
We remain<br />
In the cycle of birth and death.<br />
We stand … nodding our heads<br />
At the wonders of the Nature<br />
Somewhere amidst flowers of grass<br />
Or in the hollows of hills.<br />
Or walking hurriedly in an ant line<br />
We express our bewilderment<br />
At the heinous acts of humankind.</p>
<p>We remain<br />
In the end…<br />
Eternally.</p>
<p>Original: Vazir Rehman (Telugu)<br />
Translation: Nauduri Murthy</p>
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