Like snow melting in hot snow
Are age and this body
However much you love and foster it
With no power
We are the ‘owners’
Except limbs outward
Ignorant are we
Of those secrets interior
For the body whole
When surrendered
Only with an examination
Either a doctor, magician or a foreteller
Comes up with the voice of the times to come
Then hangs the owner with fears and illusions
This several feet long body
With just a whir
Is buried in darkness and inaction
For several experiments
Repairs
This rubber
Which sustained
Can it stretch time!
Telugu Original: Mukunda Rama Rao Y
English rendering: Rama Rao Vadapalli V B
