The Imprinting - Vanaja Tatineni
It is not merely anger or hatred;
Nor is it only when I am subjected—without cause—
To the envy and malice of others;
Even the affection, adoration, love, and fondness
Professed by total strangers
Render me unstable—
Pushing me into a state of insecurity.
I—who, until that moment, remained curled up
Like a touch me not, or a sleeping tree,
and withdraw myself into the shell just as a snail.
I—who stood planted like a hard rock in the desert—
Slowly drift toward you.
For I have bound my very life to yours—
Affixing it inextricably.
Because, long before my physical death,
I had already died within you.
Whether it be a speck of dust settling on my shoulder,
Or a butterfly, charmed by my heart, poised to land upon it—
I ruthlessly brush them all away.
I wear a sharp, thorny over coat.
For betrayal is not my surname.
(The original poem in Telugu “TaapaDam)
కామెంట్లు లేవు:
కామెంట్ను పోస్ట్ చేయండి