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Whichever beautiful thing I view

I recollect you alone

However I try to reach you

You are going afar leaving me alone.

How can I catch you?

How to tell about myself?

You are somewhere away far

You are of the category of divinity

You are the token of immense beauty

Unavailable to any of the humanity!

How can you know my pain?

I cannot tell my excruciation!

I can’t speak in the nature and tune

That can reach you even.

My heart can’t speak

But it tones like the ambiguous tunes

Of broken lute strings

Enabling you to know

I abridged my feelings in colorful pictures,

Not in oil paintings or in rain bow colors.

Is it unknown or unknowable color?

Or is it of white grey or ash texture?

Even then when I sculptured your statue

I meant it was for you

Then if you see it as a lump of mud!

I have no language or ideas

To write in poems and

My mind is a dumb jasmine bud!

How to tell you? How to reach you?

How to meet you?

The call from my heart you can’t get

I can’t even hear loud noise from that side.

On some day or any other day

I will merge into the clay

Death succeeds birth.

Hence I wish your companionship.

Suppose it doesn’t happen

From the ashes mingled in earth

Would not I become a grassy blossom?

Sometime later on any day

When you walk on that way,

Will not the dust of your feet

Scatter on my body straight?

I’ll feel I attained atonement.

***

(Translation of Telugu verses”Gaddi Poovu”of Smt. Pingali Bhattiprolu Bala Devi

Retired Reader in Biology, Bhubaneswar)

By

Rama Rao Saripalli

.

Our Summer Wood accommodation

And the west Wood Elementary Institution,

Are to each other in juxtaposition,

Saratoga Avenue passing in between.

***

On working days from morning seven,

One by one all the school children,

Dressed in costumes of colorful pattern,

Come here to learn through education.

***

They alight with their guardians from cars,

And straight move into a room for prayers,

Thereafter they close up into their classes,

And attentively listen to routine courses.

***

A woman driving a cab comes before ten,

And unleashes from her truck provision,

For the consumption of all children

That is served punctually at mid noon.

***

The pupils during periods of leisure,

Play, sing and dance in pleasure,

And the teaching staffs take much care

Of all the kids till they depart from there.

***

RAMA RAO SARIPALLI

Summer Wood Apartments

#27-I Saratoga Lane, Santa Clara-CA-95050

March 23, 2000.

***

Ms Kathy Donner, Principal of Westwood Elementary School

435, Saratoga Avenue, Santa Clara, CA 95050 had sent the following

letter August 30, 2000:-

Dear Friend of Westwood School,

I wanted to take a moment to thank you for your kind letter and wonderful poem that you sent us this past June. I shared both the letter and the poem with our staff members and they were very impressed.

We are all quite surprised that a complete stranger would take time to write something so nice about our school.

Please take a moment to stop over and ask for me, as I am the principal. Thank you again for your time.

Sincerely,

Kathy Donner.

Beloved Shivani,

You and I have no language common

Since thirty five days ago you were born;

And that you have a different jargon,

Which in my childhood I did learn;

So here what I do pen

Will be to you unknown;

But in later years of growth you

Will know very much how

Your grandma and myself

Were concerned about yourself

And how immensely did we love you.

***

When you gradually pick up strength,

Our longevity will decline in length,

And when you speak to us in words,

We will falter in our speech

With missing words.

We are sure you will us cherish,

Even after we perish;

Years after years will bring you cheers

And every New Year, you’ll hear

From us GOOD WISHES until we are here.

***

RAMARAO SARIPALLI

January 1, 2001

#Chatrapur, Orissa, India.

Note  Shivani was born in California (USA) on November 27, 2000.

to my daughter Jayalaxmi and son-in-law Viswanath.

On the occasion of her 9^th birthday falling on 27^th November 2008

the following epilogue is a message of greetings to this cute child.

***

EPILOGUE

Shivani! We enjoyed your love

Ever since you are born

Today is your 9^th birth day

We wish you fun and joy

Everyday till your centenary birth day

With your grand children

Like us sharing with you fun.

***

Rama Rao Saripalli

# Chatrapur, Orissa, India

November 28, 2008.

Thou art a woman of compassion

To all the children to you born,

But the love and affection

For me was spectacularly uncommon.

***

You took care of my health,

And gave me available wealth

Since my birth to manly growth,

And saw my prosperity and mirth.

***

O! Mother, if I fail to remember,

Even on your death day every year,

I shall be sinning in my deed

That will not be excused by God.

***

Rama Rao Saripalli

#Santa Clara, USA

March 8, 2000

Love is not a tale written on paper,

That can be effaced by eraser;

It is an act of expressing affection

Between lovers for eternal unification.

***

Love spills from core of heart,

And persists until it is quiet;

Obstacles if any do beset

One should resist but not upset.

***

Love’s disapproval by near and dear,

Leads to uncongenial atmosphere

That emboldens lovers to thwart fear

And become more closer and near.

***

Love is an admixture of minds

That binds them for holy conjunction

Despite malignant and unjust trends,

Owing to rigid social injunction.

***

RAMA RAO SARIPALLI

# Chatrapur

September 17, 1998.

However mighty be any person,

I don’t consider important that person,

But I do care the Almighty alone,

He being the Supreme Lord of everyone.

***

I adore Him for the simple reason,

As He gave me wisdom to think upon

Ways and means to tread the path to Heaven

And I beseech Him for my salvation.

***

Rama Rao Saripalli

Chatrapur, the October 31, 2000.

“Every dog must have his day”

But our dog had an auspicious day

Neither Saturday nor Sunday

But it was the 1995 Independence Day.

***

‘Puppy’ we called him by name,

He had acquired name and fame

Distinguishing in behavior and game

Before all those, who to us came.

***

He played with us and saved us

By his association, he shared love with us,

His instincts were perfectly distinct

Without harassing visitors ignorant.

***

Puppy was on tongue tips of many persons

Who came across him on several occasions;

All loved his behavior and countenance,

And enjoyed his diligence and elegance.

***

Puppy has attained immortality

By virtue of his dignity and nobility,

Though he is not seen in our vicinity

Yet his presence is felt by our fraternity.

***

Rama Rao Saripalli

August 15, 1995.

I saw her a decade after,

After parting from alma mater.

***

At first it was difficult

For me to recollect her first.

***

She was talking while walking

With her off-shoot following.

***

I saw her glittering eyes

And recapitulated her voice.

***

How she had a child?

The tale is old.

***

I did halt, look and accost

Hi ! Chapala, how thou art?

***

With glued eyes trickled

She cried, and thus said:

***

“This girl is my love-child

Born due to my misdeed”.

***

I heard her tales of romance

And miseries she did evince.

***

I expressed my unhappiness

Over her acts of foolishness.

***

Rama Rao Saripalli

Chatrapur, Orissa, India

December 6, 1999.

On a fine summer evening,

I was at the shore watching,

From over a high mound sitting,

The beauty of sun-setting.

***

I viewed birds in flocks flying,

Over the ocean happily returning

And the noisy sounds twittering

That drummed my ears endearing.

***

I found a couple roving

And in a yacht anxiously returning,

After some moments of thrilling

Expedition over the waters venturing.

***

I saw the sailors in small batches,

With baskets of crabs and fish catches

Spreading on the shore in stretches

Of different categories and matches.

***

I saw the customers bargaining,

And fishermen them delivering,

The stocks after billing and paying

And the traders in carts moving.

***

I saw the fishermen folk drunk,

Heavily after a hawker served plonk

And them plunking and running amuck

Impairing their ability to trek.

***

Rama Rao Saripalli

# Santa Clara CA-95050

March 6, 2000-6.30 PM PST

A bloomy young glitzy woman,

With curly hairs spun in bun

Dazzling eyes and amorous vision,

Looked alike a courtesan in Heaven.

***

Long nose and the nostrils pricked

With golden diamond pins well poked;

Sparkling gem studs in ear lobes pecked,

Coruscated her beauty well equipped

***

With high bosoms tucked in corset,

Coated with soft transparent vest

And knobby nipples therein set tight

Her countenance was neatly set.

***

Her waist line with margin thin,

And glamorous buns twin

In fitting skirts very much blown

Swerved all sides up and down.

***

The body fragile, tall and lean,

With chubby face likened to moon,

Rosy cheeks and glittering skin

She impressed me as ever green.

***

Rama Rao Saripalli

Santa Clara CA 95050

April 10, 2000.