Gurram Seetaramulu
Now I understand
Why you tied a pot
Below my mouth, and a broom
Around my arse!
If I spat at your ugly face,
My spit would have been defiled!
I was nourished by amniotic fluid,
Not weaned on vomit like you!
I know everyone is born
From the loins, but weren’t you born
From the mouth!
That’s why you vomit vomit!
Aren’t you a septic tank from head to toe,
With a mouth that has gone to rot
From the chanting of dishonest slokas
For ages!
Aren’t you Manu’s child
Who remains impassive
Even when spat at or
Showered with dirt!
That is why
I won’t defile my spit
By spitting at your face!
My translation of Gurram Seetaramulu's untitled Telugu poem written in protest against an attack by ABVP activists on Prof. S A R Geelani, at a Delhi University seminar in November, 2008.
Gurram Seetaramulu is a doctoral fellow at EFLU.
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