A Foot-Path Emerges Poem by Varchaswi Putcha

Just have a siesta
You will get a way-out
Yes, a way-out even in the
thickest of the thicket
Despite at the darkest-abode of jungle
You will find a faintest ray of way!

Where the life itself is a jungle
And where the life itself is a dilapidated city
What a human being has to do-
Take out and hold the flambeau of heart
And start moving!
Trust, nothing is route-less!
For sure, you get a paddle to cross the river
Keep on your searching
Search and search is the ‘life'
We walk in the mountainous mountains
Full of hillocks that are endless
Simply feel them cool as greens of rocks
And sure you find from blues a moon beam
Pretty squat somewhere and open a saccule of sorrows
And bite a morsel there from-
Is everything like this always?
Sun and moon are atop
There, the empyreans and welkins too
Lo, the human being stands at the beneath
A human being standing solid and exquisite
Yes, a human being, who can find a solution
And yes, a human-life, built by human being
A ‘human' who is a replicate of the nature-

Human being and nature both are same
Certainly a route shoots up
like a sprout of Palmyra
and one brook-like foot path emerges
Then, shoulder your life-palanquin
and take up a procession to reach
all the corners around uttering "ohom…ohom"!

[Original in Telugu, by Dr.K.Siva Reddy & translation by self - Varchaswi L Putcha]