I am immortal

I am a sapling of grass

Ignores  whirlwinds

Sustained storms and typhoons

Don’t try to draw curved lines on my face

I will create an artefact with those

Don’t spill slush

I will change it into silt

Cultivate a golden crop

Don’t spill any colours

I am already tanned

Don’t try to abuse me with insensate words

I will extract good out of it and compose divine scripts

Try not to set fire

I will sparkle like an eternal light

Try not to throw coin stones 

I will build a bridge with them

I am grown up despite suppression, oppression and decomposition

Try not to  earth me to avoid

I will revive with rejuvenating energy

In multifold

I will  crumble into ripples

If I am stable like a pond

If flows like river only

All the stones thrown

Will move along with the current

But, now,  I am

The ocean which can throw anything in reverse

Also read: The ripen leaf

Also read: Blackness

Also read: Death certificate

Also read: Count it as…!

Telugu Original 

Ryali Prasad 

Translation 

Prof Dr. Sarojadevi Komatla