Hoist the Man...!

Not the arrival of spring But what is needed is the blooming of smiles The robe end of soul Ought to flutter like a white flag In the flowing river of blood Not as a warehouse of flesh and blood But a vision is needed to view the man As a tender leafy tower of friendship If the resting places of yester years Turn into today¢s graveyard ruins The gardens of humanity of the day Will turn to be desert lands of morrow And lay shattered as fragmented dreams In the storm of the despotic breaths To quell the fire of hunger is scientific, Than to create a nuclear warhead Not the sensational news about successful cloning It is noble to breathe fire into a lamp on the wane The blaze of Hiroshima violence The grief of corpses at Nagasaki Stand as signs of clamped ban on the breath The crushing of the young at the Tiananmen Square And the hate ritual of corpses in Lebanon Are undoubtedly the brutal axe blow On the roots of humanity What is to be achieved by killing the man? An empire of the graves? Or a rule of the waste lands? Forget your identities And come, forgetting your enmities Chisel the man as the heir of the Christ and Buddha Erect him as the refulgent white peak, And hoist him as the flag of peace! Telugu Original :Perugu.Ramakrishna Translation :Smt,Jagaddathri,India