Madhu ChittarvuHuddled in the hut we hear noises
Shivering in fear we listen to the voices
Sound of cruel footsteps on the heart of mother earth
Hatred and revenge in the night air
Love dried down for ever…
Only wish was to inflict death,
Friendship ended and conflict of unending nightmare…
Last breath of an ebbing life….
Edge of an unrepentant sword…
Footprints in ashes
Our town of half burnt black houses
Yet there is a prayer
In a distant heart worshiping life love and God…
Yet there is a tear in the eye of a child’s mother
Groping for milk to quench her hunger
Yet there is a burning anguish in the eyes that behold,
The images in color in every living room
With brutal men in unblinking eyes…
Staring without expression…
Edge of an unrepentant sword…
Footprints in ashes
Our town of half burnt black houses
Yet there is a prayer
In a distant heart worshiping life love and God…
Yet there is a tear in the eye of a child’s mother
Groping for milk to quench her hunger
Yet there is a burning anguish in the eyes that behold,
The images in color in every living room
A prayer in a “mandir”…
A “namaz” in a minaret
Wailing voices to reach the Lord
And trembling in anger not to forget the moments of agony
And to teach a lesson to the jackals wolves and dogs of frenzy
A fitting reply to end their tyranny.
పెద్దన్న
కృష్ణుడు
శ్రీనివాస్ గౌడ్
కృపాకర్ పోతుల
తిలక్ బొమ్మరాజు
కవనమాలి
స్వాతి కుమారి
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