Prodigal Sons

by Prof. Bolloju Baba

Children
left for College studies
Have not yet returned

Everything in old-age home is well
Timely food, medicines, entertainment
But
Wakefulness spreads itself
Along the length and breadth of sleep

The cold hands are to be warmed
By putting around the old experiences

The candle
Listening to the recollections
spilled into night
time is filled with frozen darkness

The lonely desert in the sand clock
oozes down lazily

Winds move dragging their weight
upon the tree branches

A great wave swallowed
the footprints on the shore

Silence fell onto the body
like a cage

Children
left for College studies
Have returned.

Translation of a Telugu composition by Bolloju Baba

15-Feb-2016

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