In the midst of ruthless inscriptions
In inhuman fires
Forests are being burned
Someone lit it
Before pointing out
My arms were amputated
Heads crumbled
The trees are collapsing
Someone threw axes
Before asking
My legs are broken
With grief that the eyes could not close
With Heart-pounding anger
What a pity
Whether the mouth is open
Among the inscriptions
The tongue is bifurcated
It’s certain
Mouth should be opened even though it stammers
Should speak even though it mumbles
Until the dictatorship collapses.!
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Telugu original: Pallipattu.Nagaraju
Translated by Dr.KSarojadevi
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