As big as the Sun
With wrists full of bangles
Covering with the end of sun colour sari,
With gurgling songs
Rocking the sluice cradles
My mother tank sings a lullaby!
Where is it gone
That prettiness!
Thorn plants are growing
All over the body of my mother
The early Sun can't come out
Without scratches of the thorn.
The feet that trod the bulrush
In the moon-lit nights
Will get hurt now if moved a bit
the eyeballs with weak sight
Tracing for water
In the dry cracks of the tank
Who drew the line on my mother's forehead
Who stole my mother's flowery laughs
And her merriment?
Is it Siva, sprouted up as the Linga
In the middle of the village!
Or is it Hanumantha walking in the midnight?
Whether it is the nature of soil
Or the fate of my village
While the neighboring villages are overflowing
Mother tank without quenching thirst
పుట:Ambati Venkanna kavitvam-2015.pdf/233
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