A woman’s eye

Bears the brunt

Of releasing the sorrow

Of all those around her



Not revealing

Unable to reveal

Those hundred words buried

Rain through one silent wail



She voices those delicate memories

Like a finely tuned veena at the slightest touch



She flutters like a tender leaf

At the pressure of sorrow invisible



Within her heart arched like a bow

She’s the naari* that bears everybody’s

Accumulated tension



She renders meaning to her surroundings

When they abruptly turn extraneous



She’s the protagonist of that scene

She’s a transparent curtain

That subtly displays those invisible roles



*naari: bowstring as well a woman



12Oct2010

21.04hrs



*Original in Telugu by Vinnakoya Ravishankar

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indira babbellapati

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