Vulchers = should be "Vultures"
Stright = should be "Straight"
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WHILE PLOUGH IS BROKEN....
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Potent biocides seldom terminate insect pests
Innocent peasant falls a prey to chemical xenobiotics
Vultures propagate a message - "Unadulterated are the Medicines"
Arable land transforms into vast skies
Attacks angrily, collapses, and falls down suddenly on skull
Mighty throne decides effortlessly - "Nature is that Ghastly Criminal!"
Happy guys munching shaking news on breakfast hot coffee sip
Momentarily, transiently, and temporarily express flake of astonishment on lip
Back to square one
All then return to their putrified door way soon
Who is there to make a clamor?
None is there to cry in the soul near!
Witness those induced, instantaneous, unstoppable flow of crocodile tears!
Intense for political mockery these perpetual commemoration anniversaries
Aren't they the most disgusting postmortem enquiries?
Alas!
The fresh tender green truths are buried in the dust-covered brown tombs of
file folders
Mortal farmer made up of all elements of soils
Can not sever his leash so resistant to his sharpest agrarian knives
Has no clue why the yoke becomes unbearable on his tough shoulders
Cann't make head or tail of the disappearing produce which never made through
his barn doors
Only he is left with residues of pride in forehead seams
Can he not resist to blame himself for his vicissitudes
Beast in the cattleshed who lost his voice in silence cries aloud
Sympathizing for the soiled hand which threw at him a bunch of dried feed
I can neither blame the soil
Nor I can accuse the air overall
Mother Earth can never cheat
Mortal man can ever cheat, for a fact
I interrogate the man
Who mercilessly sprinkles ground hot pepper in his eyes
I interrogate that beast
Who shamelessly snatches his entire self-grown produce
I prosecute the monster
Who trades the society's spinal column in the international pawnshop
I question
The corpse juice-sucking black money heap
I question
The watch dogs of that filthy wealth
I question and question
Tireless, till I get to the core of the hard truth
Poor human trusts the life-giving dirt
Gracious Mother Earth swallows him straight
Without any hesitation
"It is a Murder!" - My only declaration
"Who committed this dispiteous crime?" - A perpetual question
I always ask in exhalation!
---Original Telugu - "nAgali viriginappuDu"
by Sri Papineni Sivashankar
--English : pAlana
11th/June/96
Columbus, Ohio
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