The Mystic Slab

Anyhow! The spring has arrived,

settled, the cuckoo is asleep,

uncaring, on a lazy afternoon.

Among the roads, the bridges,

the buildings, clustered in the city,

I noticed a lost ancient country.

In the spill of glorious sunlight,

I slowly began recognizing,

the secret mystic slab I own.

Taking help of a worn-out map,

I began my lonely adventure,

to search for the treasure, unwanted.

Free Translation of a Telugu poem by Sri Vadrevu Ch Veerabhadrudu