రచన : NS Murty | బ్లాగు : అనువాదలహరి
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Under the
Unwinking sky…
Drips beautiful vitriolic spangles
Occasionally
Through its leafy canoes…
The cocoanut
As if it quenches the thirst
of the whole village…
croons lazily like a well-lubed cart
the pulley.
With the airs of
pulling the hiding sky by its tresses
and siphoning it off from the bottom
Looks arrogant
the insolent pail.
Looking at its reflection in the puddle-mirror
preens leisurely i... పూర్తిటపా చదవండి...
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