Telugu originals1 by: Giridhar
Ravula
Translated by: Atreya Sarma U
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| Cover of source book: Shodhana |
Oneness all over
Somewhere afar a tree has collapsed,
And somehow here the rain turns truant.
Somewhere afar the forest has shrunk,
And somehow here the famine spreads.
If the leg is wounded, won’t the eyes get
teary?!
If the heart is desolate, won’t the eyes
get dry?!
Discerning people are dwindling;
Yet people are not introspecting.
Somewhere afar somebody has been beheaded,
And somehow here the sleep gets disturbed.
Somewhere afar blood has been shed,
And somehow here the body shivers.
If the wind rages, doesn’t the storm surge?!
If the water overflows, doesn’t the earth
cave in?
Discerning people are dwindling;
Yet people are not introspecting.
Somewhere afar a bird has vanished,
And somehow here the seed is shattered.
Somewhere afar the thunder has stopped,
And somehow here a friction blows up.
If the smoke spreads, doesn’t it stink up the
surrounds?
Doesn’t the stink dart into the nostrils
and upset the mind?
Discerning people are dwindling;
Yet people are not introspecting.
Somewhere afar the rain has poured down,
And somehow here the soil dries up.
Somewhere afar a volcano has erupted,
And somehow here a deluge runs riot.
Don’t the sounds of the drum twang the
utensils?!
Don’t these twanging notes touch our
hearts?!
Discerning people are dwindling;
Yet people are not introspecting.
Somewhere afar the vapours have risen up
the sky,
And somehow here a cloudburst tears
around.
Somewhere afar the earth has quaked,
And somehow here the foundations shake
like a leaf.
Aren’t man’s thoughts the base of his
deeds?!
Doesn’t the rising sun warm up the earth?!
Discerning people are dwindling;
Yet
people are not introspecting.
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Wage war!
Like to wage war?
Like to win the day?
Like to daydream?
Like to realise the dream?
Like to be a loafer?
Like to be a loser?
Like to be downcast?
Like to die unsung?
Like to take the path unknown to defeat?
Like to swear with a mind of unwavering endurance?
Like to fulfil your parents’ noble dream
for you?
Like to fight the way Krishna has taught,
and win the war?
Like to be a loafer?
Like to be a loser?
Like to be downcast?
Like to die unsung?
Like to march ahead for the helpless and
the sick?
Like to run for the country and mother
nature?
Like to usher in humanity above castes and
creeds?
Like
to make the path of Rama happy to one and all?
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| Giridhar Ravula |
Giridhar
Ravula, IPS, from Hyderabad and originally hailing from Karimnagar, is
presently serving the RBVRR Telangana State Police Academy as a Superintendent
of Police. He is a well-published Telugu poet and writer driven by an incessant
philosophical quest, especially on the path of Advaita. His poetry collection Sodhana
(Inquiry), published by the RBVRR Telangana State Police Academy, Hyderabad (tspa.hyd@gmail.com) in 2022 has been well-received. Before entering the government service,
Giridhar served the society through various voluntary service associations in
the fields of – eradication of poverty, development of slums, elimination of
HIV/AIDS/TB, etc.
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