Hallo, poet? How do you do?
Are you safe? What are you writing now?
This is a letter from your Savita
Time and again I read your poetry in magazines.
I used to praise you and your poetry
And pen letters of appreciation.
I can no longer appreciate your poesy
I can no more express my thanks.
They are filling up pages many
Raining the market with new goods brainy
Giving up poetry, they are penning poetry on poetry
Forgetting humanity and intoxicated by novelty.
They are arranging lines perfectly symmetrical
Detaining ideas in words by force
Poem’s back is bending from burden useless
Selfishness is swallowing salvation .
Preaching and lectures are not poetry
It’s not rationalisms or theory
It’s akin to innocent rustic lass
But from stage lecturing wearing spectacles.
Poet! You are turning into a prophet divine
Boycotting beauty in emotional messages
Searching for beauty in lines irregular
Hating beauty before you for no reason.
Without feeling or tenderness
Without moving and melting into ideas
Why write poems on Rama
Aren’t you listening to kind harp of poetic bird?
Isn’t cry of the bird heard in your heart?
Isn’t it the beating of Adi kavi’s heart?
Focusing on the hunter
Forgotten the bird shaken by sorrow ?
A sharp arrow of a cruel hunter flew swiftly
Gave a great epic to cosmos
Common man is born and dead repeatedly
But a poet remains immortal eternally.
Don’t be afraid on seeing emaciated hunter
No fear on seeing hapless hunter
Don’t reject creativity of Universal merit
No fleeing from eternal stream of Rasa.
Who’s that guilty hunter?
Isn’t he the past form of Adi Kavi?
He became angry for killing a bird
Stood before him his past form.
Exorcise the hideous past form from you
Its cruel teeth would torture you a lot
Coveting the titles of ‘gentleman’ or ‘good man’
Do you desert poetry compassionate?
Listen poet! Woman is prop for poetry
She blooms out of natural propensity
Oh! Poet, listen! Earth is mother of poetry
Waiting for seeds of wellbeing cosmic.
Due Respects to poetry dignifies a poet
Poetry is truth age-old and novelty perpetual
New or old, poetry is poetry
Stop preaching ! Write noble poetry!
Ending this letter- a few words more –
Dear poet, listen to this warning-
Getting drowned in the sea like a drop of water?
Rising like the moon out of the sea of milk?
Think and do good!
Grasp deeply thing told in brief!
Poetry is conscious waters of the Ganges!
Himalayan peak is experience of its speed.
A dry man’s voice sans tenderness
A beautiful bride of an old man
Write good poetry
And bury speeches.
( This is a translation of a poem from Udayasri ( part -4) of Karunasri, a renowned poet of twentieth century who wanted compassion amidst commotion)
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