Wednesday, July 1, 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):

Poetic Heights and Depths

Poetic Heights and Depths
Poetry is mighty and majestic
Unequalled in magnitude
Unrivalled in multitude
For its imagination is fantastic
Poetry is vibrant in vision
Unlike science and mathematics
With limitations and boundaries
With nothing more, nothing less,
Like the apple flown high falls to the ground
Like (a+b)2 is a2 +b2 +2ab
To be noted in the spectrum of a line.
Poetry is a sojourn in the present
Touching the past and the future
To be eternal into the flow eternal
In the fountain of minds
As seen through the telescope of imagination
Poetry is the art born in mind
To be appealing to the heart
Like sunrays, beams and twinkles
It is the lens to visualise
Mountain heights and ocean depths
A huge mansion to handle in the vacuum
It lights two hemispheres with its rays
At a time, in a fraction of time
It is a free bird to fly spree
All over the world sans VISA
Breaking all walls built by man.

Published: Poetcrit 39.2 (July - December 2026)

Unseen is Mysterious

Unseen is Mysterious
Seen is wonderful
Unseen is mysterious
One is minute
The other is majestic
One is microcosm
The other is macrocosm
In stature and in measure
Beyond conjecture
Unseen to the physical eye
Like the sprout inside the seed
When sown, it turns into the tree
For its miracles of selfless service
Like the bud, all to hide
The beautiful flower at its heart
With all spectacular charms
of hidden treasures,
It is the spirit of creation,
It is not the colour to echo its melody,
It is not the melody to decide its colour,
The creation hides the butterfly
Its charms and grace
In its rugged caterpillar
Like the beauty of a poem
To dawn from musings
It is the amazing reality
Its creation knows
It is the Beauty that reflects
The Truth of creation.

Published: Poetcrit 39.2 (July - December 2026)