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As soon as the wind of Chiatra month blew	A
all the trees are decided to bloom The flowers opened	B
their lips to reveal the secrets of pollen	C
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Now every tree is a temple	D
All the birds are flying angels	E
Singing contests in each branch	F
Even in grass stalks Gandharva worlds	G
By the touch of the sitar damsels of sounds	H
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Whoever has woken up these flowers they are after me	I
They are handing me over to some cruel memories	J
Whoever has placed this koel on that branch it	K
will not let the world sleep	L
Looking at spring in front bow can the koels keep quiet	M
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Chaitram is a spider	N
It blooms flowers and weaves cobwebs	O
It pours colours in flowers	P
It weaves histories in webs	O
It teases loneliness	Q
with some whisperings	Q
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Crossing deserts I undertake journeys	Q
in search of fertile lands thinking time will exude	R
mango like sweet trail there appears the waiting of the earth	S
for the falling leaf	T
It is so long you ve left my womb come come again join me	I
One hears its divine voice urging the leaf to join its womb	U
I run along	V
chasing myself towards death	W
I knew the bell takes birth in me	I
and flows outside	X
Obstinate ones will	Y
fix it on a cross on the wall	Z
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When the parrots and I went on a pilgrimage to Agra spring madeits adven in Andhra desa The flowers there remember me Over the feet of my memories they spill their aromas	Q
Even when summer comes and puts out my inner flower lights spring flowers appear and always awaken my inside time Until then dipping into water I keep hiding behind the lotus flower	N
I am not a rishi to shudder at the sound of a koel Mu muscles are made of the soil of my village In spring my land vanishes in flowers then only the sky remains for me My sky is not a province of vultures that is a purple valley of my imaginations	Q
The mango tree singing in the fifth note at ease declares it can do anything for chiatram except walking the moon in the sky is a ball heaved high by the trees in spring while playing	A2
Spring means a school of koels a music academy of birds a season when each bird transforms into a thousand songs	Q
Who can teach me about spring If there are any secrets of Autumn you explain I shall explore	B2
For the attack of onset of dawn even stars are removed in the sky now the moon is a limping whimpering light who once dominated the hearts with love flares How many times the heart must be broken for making the life to appear before us	Q
Babu My soul melts towards the flute That s why my pilgrimage to Agra	C2
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If a fallen seed is buried in the soil it does not mean that its last rites are performed Its life will come to the fore shooting from the soil Branches will flourish and flowers will bloom to the onset of colour tempests	Q
The falling leaf becomes one with the soil It is only from the manure of dead bodies that new life emerges waving two leaves and participates in life festival New life is all a flag of revolution	C
The flower swaying in the cradles of valleys continues to fight with waves of winds The flower that takes comfort in escaping the soil and joining the branch does not know that it is pre destined to merge with the soil	D2
One bird continues to run amidst stars Illumination vomits as time hisses and bites the age of man A serpent consumes its own tail The serpent loses its dignity if permanence is attributed to anything	A2
That's why the world is always on the look out for a new spring	A2
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Spring is a flowery flame revolving around the globe Spring should sacrifice if country is needed country should sacrifice if spring is needed	E2
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Spring is the season when	F2
trees blossom gods and kids	Q
morning light over the creepers	Q
Spring is the season	C
here hanging in clusters	Q
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For the sake of spring one has to run across forest routes has to migrate from one garden to another	N
Peeping from the hole of your life	G2
sighting the sky slice don t rejoice	Q
thinking it is blue flower	N
Hundreds of roads continue to invade you	A
though you are crippled	H2
timidity builds a nest in your heart	I2
even as it collects mould	J2
You should become an empire	N
but not its remains	Q
Don t think you are alone	K2
A single lamp lights the rest of them always	Q
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O man steeped still in the grave of inaction	C
What will you build to your age	L2
Look at the birds their bodies the size of fists	Q
still risking the onslaught of cruel winds	Q
these unprotected fragile birds are crossing the boundaries of skies	Q
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The arrival of dawn has removed the burden of lamps after so long O poet we are breathing now In a new country the sky like a fair deity is cleansing all things with its blue colour	N
Who can appropriate these winds that are not anybody s servants Only the winds know the wafting aromas Only the birds know the whiff of winds O birds you are aiming your looks into the distant horizons This chaitram has swept away all trampled leaves and provided new ones	Q
When the time is thrashing the heads of great Hitlers into the dustbin in Andhradesa the rainy season is gone but the sky still thunders	Q
O shepherd Why do you search for the sheep search for your voice at least now In the name of power you are made to enter the fire and you are unable to sight the human within	M2
Freedom warriors You ve extracted the milk of news from the radios with both hands Don t forget the poetry of the oppressed people is biding its time still covering itself with the quilt made of sufferings that is me	I
The wheels of life chariot are rolled over my soul chest and my soul has become like sandal branch Today the sky has released my soul language	N2
Orey commercial traders of sound Devotees The earth is calling you go carrying along your poems	Q
For me this time Ugadi is my backbone this time spring season is the translation of my poetry	I

Seshendra Sharma

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