Vagabond

Even in mizzling rain
You don’t allow the water in you
Which no open dry field accepts
 
To drop!
 
How weak are you...
You make friends with men who argue
And with their shadows
 
You are ridiculed by them who don’t shake your hand!
 
Making yourself hateful and neglected
 
A vagrant unable
To feel with the culture frozen in you
Discarded by all!
 
You are the one waiting on the shore
For a boat that wouldn’t arrive to touch
An ancient, forgotten one are you!
 
Amidst ruined leaves, waiting for a stored memory!
 
When a waterfall makes noises falling on boulders
 
Translating the silent nights
Vagrant, you are joy embracing nights
 
As night's moonshine, flutes, waterfalls, jasmines and clouds!!!

(Original in Telugu by Mallavarapu Prabhakara Rao)