Laughing like a star
Beside the light, shining gloomy
Flowing into oil
The clinks of a lone flag
On the crumbling mount
The foresight for garlands of claps
At the end of helplessness
The pomp of Congratulations
Hanging at the end
…might not be a Victory
Risking all happiness..
…might not be a Victory
May be it’s not such great
To struggle and achieve
At the end of the cosmic sounds
To know the definition of
The endless tranquility
Carrying miles on the wings
The will of a bird…
The viscosity of the cold moonlight
Rays breaking through the splinters..
Even if it ceases to exist
The joy of water reaching the ground
From the edge of the clouds…
In the alleys of the rocks where no one noticed
Pride of the scattering flowers…
Eager to know it’s where abouts…
Must combat
For one’s defeat
For an end
Without expectations
To receive super natural bliss…
If you want to hear Gaganamani
Singing in the call of Victory…
Must combat
Also read: An unfruitful night
Also read: Awaiting sky-high
Also read: In the midst of ruthless inscriptions
Also read: It’s Haunting
Also read: A day like another
Original: Swarna Sailaja
Translated by: Dr. K. Sarojadevi
