YOUR CHARIOT

“Kavisamraat” VISAWANATHA SATYANARAYANA

The horses of your chariot

are galloping

at a steady,

bewildering speed.

Swept up,

and crushed

under the wheels,

I lost

all my blood

Absorbed was the jolt,

muffled the cry,

by your

shining,

glorious

chariot.

Tomorrow

your charioteer

will clean the wheels

of my blood.

Of all the blood smears there,

how can one tell

which is

mine?

Translated from the original in Telugu by B V L Narayanarow

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