బైరెడ్డి కృష్ణారెడ్డిThe raider’s intrusion is
neither warranted nor sought after
Not an acquainted visage to accustom with
His presence pervades all through though
can neither be sighted nor be gripped
A retributive justice for my tribe’s sins
committed in previous births!
Or a weird curse of the envious eyes!
That the vast stretches of my living abode
are filled to the full with
heaps of bodies piling up unceasingly!
The corpse lying on the bier that
moves in the back is none other than
the one’s carrying on shoulder
the bier moving in the front
Who exactly is this intruder unsolicited!
And his whereabouts!
Impressions of thumbs
linger on everyone’s countenance, and
when asked for in inquisitiveness,
each body wakes all in a huff
as if to mark the traitor’s identity
in vengeance, but alas!…….
stretches in no time
into the bonds of bier-knots
and slip into a sleep irrecoverable
Flash on my ruminant woe’s expanse
traces of reminiscences immemorial
Dwelt for ages underneath one roof
in the rooms of one house global
sucking for milk
the same mother’s breast
my own kin
long before History’s Hand
learnt not yet the tool called script
that chronicled henceforth
my aeons glory for posterity
The Hands that chiselled
inscriptions of the story of my lineage
do not disclose in terms unequivocal
the grave contentions
that drove my kith and kin to fall apart
A resort to one soothsayer’s prophesy,
a doyen of astronomical calculations,
for revelations of the fate in store
proves a venture in futility
A vague pretension lifts up my arm
to waver in the naught
poking never at an intelligible definition
A mock at me! Or a helpless puss!
Splash on my face an awkward laugh
Flash on my ruminant woe’s expanse
a pouring tide of more reminiscences
“Wiped off the continental barriers”
“Inventions wondrous astound Creation”
“Strides in leaps and bounds push back
Creator’s handiwork”
“East West distances compressed close”
“Globalization!”
“Global Village!”
“Technological Advance a celestial boon
Scientific Progress fetched for mankind”
Long been used to the melodic textures
of bewitching proclamations
promising short-lived joys luxurious
and delights ephemeral
Intellect’s boundless rise lost sanity
A void distanced sense from reason
Pleasure in reckless indiscrimination
Prudence assumed arrogant disposition
Virtue of common sense is but a mockery
Pray! God forbid not the flash
of a solemn vow of a determinant will
to lead the sun of tomorrow’s morn
to rise in eastern sky of this day’s morn
where knowledge’s undeterred pace
strides hand in hand with wisdom of man
toward a lovable world
in every walk and every sense
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పెద్దన్న
కృష్ణుడు
శ్రీనివాస్ గౌడ్
కృపాకర్ పోతుల
తిలక్ బొమ్మరాజు
కవనమాలి
స్వాతి కుమారి
A wonderful reading experience
Worth reading.
Timely poem with captivating images
It’s a beautiful piece of contemporary poetry rich in imagery, ideas and language.
The poem , artifact by B.K sir on the serious issue of CORONA, Which is pushing the total mankind to disappear from the planet earth.An argument or inquiry of the poem states that science has misused by the super powers like China,U.S and Europe.
Every body should understand poem that,it is a PIL by the third world nations against on the same super powers.
Dr.Belli Yadaiah
Excellent!
A very sensitive soul as teacher, poet, a quiet philosopher, above all, a loving human being is aartikavi. Equally proficient in both the languages, he is at his best also at the English idiom. This poem is an example.
Sir, I was your student many years ago. My friend sent the link. You are emotional and up-to-date as you were when you taught us. Congratulations sir.
The invisible intruder’s gate-crashing and crushing of mankind is captured in the poem. Yet the world remains indefatigable and undefeatable. The poet adroitly pieced together the strewed fragments of anguished world’s heart. “Imprssions of thumbs linger on everyone’s……”. this line bears witness to his is art of touching our hearts and painting a melancholic picture of scores of ruined lives. Ubiquitous sorrow-ridden face , nonetheless, he ends the poem with unconquerable confidence of humankind and it’s indomitable spirit of pulling itself out of unprecedented abyss. Kudos to Baireddy Krishna Reddy.
a poem of unbridled emotion; you may not accept the proposition that corona is a “retributive justice”, but you will love the poem for its dream-like surrealistic expressions such as “the corpse on bier is none other than the one’s moving in the front” and for its treasure of poetic language and variety of expressions.
I acknowledge all your appreciations with grateful thanks.
ప్రపంచ దేశాల సరిహద్దులను చెరిపేసి
ప్రాక్ పశ్చిమాలను కుదించి
ప్రపంచీకరణ
ప్రపంచ గ్రామం
ప్రపంచపౌరుడుగా ప్రగతి సాధించిన మానవుని విచక్షణా రాహిత్యం తెస్తున్న నాశనాన్ని ఆవిష్కరించినరు సార్ . బాగున్నది . అభినందనలు .
The unwarranted interference of man with natural creation is beautifully presented in your poem sir. Congratulation.
An excellent poetry…worth reading… please release similar poems….
Awesome sir !
Proud of you Nanna.. excellent!!
The poet is known to scores of his students, readers and actvists as a passionate teacher, an eloquent orator and a sensitive words-smith. The poem,’ Corona! What Alternative’ chillingly potrays the havoc inflicted on the life spirit that has so far been thought to be undaunted by a tiny, invisible virus. In his own words,
“Intellect’s boundess rise lost sanity,
Prudence assumed arrogant disposition”,
the result is the collateral damage caused by the Corona. I have always enjoyed his songs, poetry and his endearing company.
మేథో సంపత్తికి, వైజ్ఞానిక ప్రగతికి ఇంగిత జ్ఞాన సంపదతో, హృదయ సంస్కారోన్నతో సమతుల్యతను సాధించడంలో విఫలమైనప్పుడు మానవాళికి కరోనాలు స్వయంకృత భస్మాసుర తపఃఫలాలే. బైరెడ్డి సహీ. అభినందనలు.
This reading gave me an insight of how raw an event described with pure words…