Honourable Justice!
The Sunrise is not a conspiracy
The Sun is not a conspirator
Are the pregnant woman's labour pains a conspiracy?
What will you call the progress of the chariot of history?
Honourable Justice!
The demoniac feudalism that tucks the earth,
Rolled like a mat, into its armpits is a conspiracy
The comprador's treachery
That sells my country to foreign powers is a conspiracy
The peace pact signed
At Kosygin's leprous feet is a conspiracy
There's a plot
In the food that Nixon's ships bring
Indian independence is a conspiracy
The ballot box is a conspiracy
'Garibi hatao' is a conspiracy
Indira's smile is a conspiracy
The arrogance in the half closed eyes of the shastra of injustice,
Lying in ambush to hang the Sun, harbours a conspiracy
Honourable Justice!
The Srikakulam dawn is not a conspiracy
The guerilla Sun is not a conspirator
Isn't Sunrise the tearing down of darkness?
Isn't Sunrise the sharing of warmth and light among the people?
Honourable Justice!
You're very..just
In unjust destruction, as just as Yama.
My translation of the Telugu poem ''kuTradaaru' vaaj~nmuulam', from the collection of poetry 'Sivasagar Kavitvam', by K. G. Satyamurthy ('Sivasagar').
Written in June 1973, this was the poet's testimony in the court as an accused ('conspirator') in the Parvathipuram Conspiracy case.
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