You, standing on other side of river,
Me, standing on this side of river,
Spent, all these beautiful years
Watching, examining, testing each other.
Though the roots were seperated long ago,
We spent all these beautiful years
Painfully flowing hot blood in the
Dutifully repaired canals of past wounds.
You, counting flowers on your side – thorns on my side,
Me, counting flowers on my side – thorns on your side,
We, spent all these beautiful years
Disrespecting, dishonoring, and detesting each other.
Of, the word of God on his lotus feet,
You, reading from right to left
Me, reading from left to right
Spent, all these years for salvation.
Brother! Sometimes I felt
To invite New Year
With you on my side. But,
Some invisible aura is stopping me.
తీరాల దూరాలు (Read this on my Telugu Blog)