By Netala Pratap Kumar
Gujarat is an experiment to see if a state would grow when you sow blood ~~~ I've always kept my heart's doors open for Dalits among Brahmins ~~~ Ahimsa sounded like an atomic explosion: why wouldn't the Buddha smile? ~~~ Under the tree beside the road, near the ghat god's everywhere except in the heart ~~~ Ravana is not a rakshasa He's a lover who kisses ten times at once ~~~ Dalits are a little lucky there's no Drona in Ambedkar's story
Naaniis are a new form of short poems, somewhat like haikus, that Telugu poets have been experimenting with in the last two decades or so.
Naren Bedide's translation of some of Netala Pratap Kumar's Telugu naaniis from his collection of poetry 'daLita naaniilu'. The original translation appeared in The Shared Mirror on March 10, 2012. It can be read here