The Flower-Music

Translation by

Dr. Rajamouly Katta

The Flower-Music

Prof. N. Gopi

All the night the dreams were disturbing

Like a poem that bloomed in the vase

Before coming onto paper

When I opened the door

Like the blown smile-storm

My tiny plant

You bloom a flower on your own

Made me fall into the tune of bliss,

Putting an end to my waiting for months

All turned a peasant tune

Where has the flower come from?

The sun released from mother-prison

To seek a shelter in the bower,

A winged bird, arisen to space, as if it has run back

Hearing mother’s call.

Is my attachment with the flower for today?

In benumbed mundane life

This flower is blood-shaken serene rhythm

It is the touch of the nine pulses

Of petal soft fingers.

You are the showing finger

Aimed at the hard heart

That does not respond on touching much

To overcome and cross

The man’s infinite tears for generations

The boat of colors in variety

Raises the fists in the bud

Blood-drop blooms as victories

The secrets from its lips

I decode and excavate safely

The memories stuck under the layers

Without being torn

I record its perennial silent explosions

From its hearts

How pure it is for me today!

We cannot prevent perfumes!

For whom is it possible to disrupt perfumes?

On the city densely trafficked roads with similar

The directing silent traffic light is the flower

The wonderful, beautiful light

Spurting wonderful, beautiful light from the base?

It is new peace fully spread in the eyes

Source: “Puspa Sangeetam” Kalanni Nidra Ponivvanu, pp17-18

Published: Poetcrit 39.2 (July - December 2026)

Anger of the Poor

 Anger of the Poor

Anger to cut a man into ten children

Anger to make the children fall as a hundred flowers

Anger to turn the flowers a thousand swords

It is the anger of the poor.

Before two volcanoes

It makes an earthquake stand,

The anger to turn a hundred stomachs a wing

The anger to combine a thousand wings into a drop,

The anger to display a song,

It is the anger of the poor.

It makes a song stand,

Before the hats of two policemen

Source: Sizare Velazo’s Spanish poem translated into Telugu by

Sir Sri in Mahaprasthanam-30

Published: Poetcrit 39.2 (July - December 2026)

Worthy Lessons Dr. C. Narayana Reddy

Translation

By

Dr Rajamouly Katta

Worthy Lessons

Dr. C. Narayana Reddy

If I move the pen

Letters do not flow

Unless we arrange thoughts

The cloud struggles a lot

There will not be showers.

If the raindrops have the will

For raining, they become showers.

Or they will be blown away by the wind.

Birds flying into the sky

Do not always move their wings.

Now and then they float

In the still manner.

That is their accustomed knack

The sea

With its mighty waves

That flow in their full rising

Shakes its hands with the shore

And goes back soon.

This is the principle followed by the sea

The air that is unseen

Offers life to others.

Broad-minded people never

Tell others openly about their help.

The tears seen are only tears.

But some glances

Tread the wrong paths.

The glance that sees straight

As an example, for righteousness.

If we see all objects of nature

Right from a piece of the cloud above

To a piece of soil on the ground

Are the lessons on selfless service

In the book of nature.

Source: Poem-16 ‘Pathaneeya Paathaalu’, from Vaakkuku Vayasu Leidu :

A Collection of Poems, Vareinya Creations, Hyderabad, P18-19

Published: Poetcrit 39.2 (July - December 2026):