Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Two hands

To whom hands they may belong

they vie more for working hard all the time,

Whether the hands start soiling

or involve in subscribing gazetted signatures in green ink

or scribble letters on hearts with chalk piece sticks

It is not at all the question now for discussion

To whom the hands may relate

they are straining hard and shedding sweat

to create some thing more productive

If these hands are compared to a sea

the waves weave like fingers

If hands do resemble a sky

the fingers are like raging flames.

Dragging heart from eyes and legs

it will open up a vistas for a civilization,

a nation and a society

His hands dig the soil so deep

and prepare the field for cultivation

His eyes are anxious

to glance at the tender sprouts

The same eyes

may expand tomorrow--bloom ahead--

and revolutionize the concept to protect cropping pattern.

His eyes straightening all glances like flying bevy of birds

converse with the sky like a generation of its sort

and allowing to make the hands work hard

and tries to provide food to all its country men.

Her hands involve in acts of transplantation

and pluck out weeds

and provide water to the mouths of the cultivating soil

She hugs the plants treating them as toddling kids

and try to protect them like a hen caring its eggs

She thus

gives birth by providing germination to millions of seeds

With the tender touch of her hands

even barren lands transform themselves as green fields

On the bund of those cultivated lands

they sit straight like humans toiling in mud stocks

Nothing lies behind them

and no traces of any other thing stand before them

Their Two hands provide food to all the needy

and kindly toddle heads and nurture their wishes comfortably.

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Rendu chetulu, Koumudi Monthly Telugu Magazine, Feb 2009

Original: Ramaa Chandramuli, Translation: R. Purushothama Rao


Rao Sir, Well said. It has come up very nice. Two hands serving unlimited people and serving human kind. A soothing poem. Best regards.

Dr Pooja G Bhuyar, Bijapur
Mar 11, 2009