Blood rain in the flower garden!
Blood is pouring
Everywhere here and there
The rain of blood.
One to the other
Singing the slice of blood!
In his face, in his face
Except for the blood laughter
There is no laughter of the flowers.
Humanity is dead faces
In this flower garden
Are smiling.
Rain of poured blood
People who want war
The people who die there
In that garden
The rain of blood is running out.
We cannot live without love!
When the bird flies
Asks for the love of the sky;
Seedlings in the soil
Love the rain when it comes
Likes!
When the flower grows
Asks for the support of the bell;
When the light of night
Tara, of the stars
Asking for help!
Sea overflow
When hitting the shore
Asks for the proximity of the moon;
Lotus face blooming
Of the sun’s rays
Likes!
Without being loved
Cannot be changed;
Without being friendly to one another
There is no other way here!
Lord and devotee.
Once the Lord finds it,
As a devout listener!
‘Alas, the Lord is all
Given that, peace is peaceful
No ‘.
In return,
As the Lord said
‘Give up all that is given
Then get it ‘as usual!
The birds that left the nest!
Leave birds nest to fly
Fly everywhere;
From tree to tree, from nest to nest
There are flying
The birds that left the nest!
Their home, yard, nest
There are flying away!
For some rice pulses
There are wandering
The birds that left the nest!
From country to country
From border to border
There are birds that leave the nest!
Traveling Countries
There are birds that left the nest!
Surya Keerthy is a native poet of Tumkur. His poems have been translated into Chinese, Bengali, Hindi, Malayalam, Turkish, English, Greek, Telugu etc. Surya Keerthy was originally born in Bettahalli village of Kunigal taluk of Tumkur district.