Jayashree Naidu కవిత

A poem records history too A poem compares many things at once As the political upheavals are witness by us, this poem written by Sri Sri - Translated into English by Velcheru Narayana Rao - seems a timeless inscription depicting how the wordless four-legged are better than this talking two legged master creation of Nature - man Bull is culturally intertwined with lives of village folk. In Hyderabad, in the early seventies bulls and donkeys were a common occurrence - with bulls - standing in the the middle of the road - as a monarch. And we consider bull to be senseless for this one aspect. We hate it for its laziness and we have many adages to equate a person with bull. In the last two lines the poet equates the blame on the bull with the self-centered humans. Bull In The City On the city's main street The bull stood quietly Chewing its cud Of memories of past births, Eyes half-closed, Motionless. The bull in the heart of the city, Not heeding time, The very owner of the street Laughing at the pace of progress, Stood like a king. Who can ask this bull to move ? See what it looks like ! Stop the car ! What's the rush ? Brother, you on the bicycle, Watch out ! The bull doesn't move. Anti-industrial, Pacifist, vegetarian, Staunch prohibitionist On the city's main street. The bull can stand like this Forever. A bull has no sense. What about man ?

by Jayashree Naidu



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