Two Poems of Atmanaam



Become a beggar
Ask for alms
Beseech,beg – Louder !
Not as far as the street corner
Your voice should cross the Infinite space
The food for your hunger
Is not in  few  grains of rice
You have nothing –
Except few square bricks.
There is no one , to even  offer you alms
Except Yourself
It’s not me saying all this
It’s You.



The waves that come crashing towards me
I do not talk to them
I just get out of their way
Not wanting to confront.
Yet on another day
when everything remains quiet
I would hurl huge rocks at them ,as far as I can.
They would float
As my boat

(Translated by Karthik)

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