Please send me the bhodanes of Alalma prabhu in Kannada

no poems, here.. pity.. then I'm going to post a few lyrics by Samuel Beckett.. ___________________________________________________________ Quatre Poèmes (translated from French by the author) 1. Dieppe again the last ebb the dead shingle the turning then the steps toward the lighted town [Samuel Beckett]

2. my way is in the sand flowing between the shingle and the dune the summer rain rains on my life on me my life harrying fleeing to its beginning to tis end my peace is there in the receding mist when I may cease from trreading these long shifting thresholds and live the space of a door that opens and shuts [Samuel Beckett]

3. what would I do without this world faceless incurious where to be lasts but an instant where ebery instant spills in the void the ignorance of having been without this wave where in the end body and shadow together are engulfed what would I do without this silence where the murmurs die the pantings the frenzies toward succour towards love without this sky that soars above it's ballast dust what would I do what I did yesterday and the day before peering out of my deadlight looking for another wandering like me eddying far from all the living in a convulsive space among the voices voiceless that throng my hiddenness [Samuel Beckett]

4. I would like my love to die and the rain to be falling on the graveyard and on me walking the streets mourning the first and last to love me [Samuel Beckett]