The poems
knocked on his door
urging him
to come out,
to meet and
greet,
the arrival
of spring.
Slowly,
opening the door,
searching
for the caller,
he saw,
separating him and the mountains,
was a mist
of spring dust.
He spent the
day walking
in and out
of the house,
again and
again, lost in thought,
unmindful of
the drizzling rain.
Uncaring
about his duties,
he walked
all over the place
restless, yearning
for solace.
Why, I asked
him,
See the
birds, he said,
chirping and
flying, from tree to tree,
in search of
peaceful spring,
just like
me!!!
Free Translation of a Telugu poem by Sri Vadrevu Ch Veerabhadrudu
