In the high waves of beauty
of the Himalaya Mountains,
Can you not see the volcanoes
Lying underneath?
Can you not hear the hearts
Crying out in pain?
With a mind that is stoned
And duty traded
Multitudes of steps to take
And Oceans to cross,
Funds divided into many takers
Not knowing when a task would be done,
Like high rise buildings
Creeping into the edges of space,
Crossing the skies, impossible to reach
With targets unknown and stuck,
In the sand settled in the dais
Of the Lord Shiva in heavens
Although has power to turn the axis
Three hundred and sixty degrees
To spin
the spool of the endless Universe
Is there someone who could break
The pathetic bondages of the mother
Lying downtrodden, bent under
The weight of mercenaries,
Even though she could run the world,
With impeccable splendor
When would there be a captain
To lead the progressive path,
Whither are they hiding uncouth
Under the blankets of laziness?
When would they shred their laziness
Unwrap themselves to lead
Into a better future? Oh when O when?
Wake up, Wake up, can you not see
The brightness of morning Sun rays in the
East?
Are the sharp rays not piercing into your eyes?
Aren’t they shaking you up all over
Until now, to wake up into a brighter
day?
Note: Mother is Mother Earth
This poem is a translation of my poem "శుభోదయ౦!" in Telugu which is in this blog.
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