Mango Bites

A crescent moon


Scattering her organs indiscriminately
As if not hers, she squat

As a stone heap of someone
By the road side
Is she here, not known?

As swimming in herself
As if didn’t know which bank to reach

As a seeping in ocean behind the sunrises and sets
Without a sense of anything

The wind blooming in the hair
Draws crisscrosses on her forehead
The crazy ring on her finger
What it reminds?

A dog sitting by her side wagging its tail
A n immortal hand nebulously
Strokes the head
As a crescent moon not yet appeared
A young smile sprouts at the lip corners


Original: K.SivaReddy (Telugu)
Translation: Swapnika