Cinare - Poem

This is a translation of a Telugu poem by Cinare or C Narayana Reddy

The purport of a Question

We move forward sowing questions

Expecting answers to sprout up

Like all the seeds sown not turning into plants

To all the queries that we shoot

Answers may not be coming forth

Just because virile

All the seeds would not sprout

Some, the earth

In its hug, keeps oppressed

Only if it shrugs off the soil and rises up

Seeds transform into plantlets

Shunning the unfavourable conditions

Only if the mouth is opened

Questions would face equal replies

Welling up.

Answers right, that accost the questions

Are swords

Those emerge from the scabbards

We, before questioning

Better ask ourselves

Then we would realize that

Some questions that we raise

Do not deserve a reply

Questions insipid

Would lead to mockery

If they are strong

The would cause the heads to shake

In a word

To the knowledge of evolution of creation

To the cultural manifestations

To the uprising of the civilization

The questions are the basic elements.