I
Dr. Mangalagiri Prameela Devi
A young woman
charming I was
The heart –
throb of the youth
A symbol of
wealth and learning
The abode of
music and arts once.
But then
In course of
time
Tables turned
on me.
I who was the
embodiment of
Patience and
artistic skills
Became the
synonym of defeat
Sparking now
and waning then
Lost in the
interplay of conflicts
I remained an
insatiate residue
Unfulfilled,
in the story of life.
They call me
a weakling and a woman
May be true,
may not be so, who knows!
But hear what
my conscience says:
The mountain
may stand silent
But would it
lose its grandeur!
The vast
ocean may look serene
But would you
say it is not deep!
Translation of “NENU” by D. Ranga Rao.