విజయ్ కోగంటిThe clouds extended the hands
Tips of fingers and palms
Played with the mountain tops
The honeyed dates lured the lips of spring
Another surge of youth
Was burning in the summer then
Nature played a miraculous mischief!
Gone are the green memories
That talked of youthful spring
We only have the trees
that talk about burning-only burning
in the wildfires
We only have dead heads without tongues
That fail to speak
of the vile nature of man
And his means of crooked living!
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Image: BBG Tilak
పెద్దన్న
స్వాతి కుమారి
అరణ్య కృష్ణ
Sutanuka Ghosh Roy
మునిసురేష్ పిళ్లె
ఎడిటర్
శ్రీరామ్
Dear Vijay
We only have dead heads without
tongues
That fail to speak
of the vile nature of man
And his means of crooked living!
What I don’t understand is-
The heads are dead because there are no tongues. Ok. But when the tongues fail to speak of the vile nature of man and his means of crooked living, is it not good that we don’t have such tongues! Why do you say dead heads ?
Dear Rahul,
Tongues should speak out and make a protest. When we don’t have such tongues, heads though alive, are dead.
True
I loved the poem.