The dust of time

The dust of time

The sand in the hourglass falls, leaving emptiness above. What remains below is only dust.

I've received water and air to sustain my being without asking. I've had unlimited space to wander, and the freedom to gaze up at the open sky and ponder.

Yet, I realize there's nothing more to wonder, no grandeur to seek. In this simplicity, I find my thunder.

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  1. KjraoDecember 19, 2024 at 7:30 PM

    Excellent poem.
    Translation is exact at many places and lot of improvisation has been made.The original sounds philosophical answer a bit pessimistic but the translation ends with optimism apart from retaining the inbuilt philosophy.
    Last para of the poem was well expanded with literary skills and good knowledge of Telugu.
    Thoroughly enjoyable.

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