What’s there on a river bank?
Perhaps a few teardrops left by someone
A few faint quartered conversations
Some abandoned faces of loneliness
Circles of grief furrows in sand.
What else is there on a river bank?
Some arid melancholy blended and soaked
In the rippling sounds of flowing river
What more are there on river bank?
On a river bank there are
Multi coloured pebbles
Broken snail shells
Footprints carrying tinkles of anklets
Lamps of moonlight assembled on noon clouds
Is that all? No.
On a river bank
There’s a nameless sweetheart
A buddy without own place
A celestial embrace
And a surreal handshake
Besides these
There’s also a frisky river
which unmindful of all these
flows gleefully
Origin (Telugu): Pasunuru Sreedhar Babu
Translated by: Elanaaga
Wonderful rendering .
Thanks a lot for an encouraging remark.
ఎలనాగ గారూ ,
ఈ కవిత మొన్ననే చదివెను తెలుగులో. చాలా బాగుంది. మీ అనువాదం కుడా చాలా బాగుంది. పసునూరు శ్రీధర బాబు గారికీ, మీకూ అభినందనలు.
మూర్తి గారూ,
నా అనువాదం మీకు నచ్చినందుకు చాలా సంతోషం. ధన్యవాదాలు.