kOrika
-- vinnakOTa raviSaMkar

oka mArpu kOsaM eppuDainA nAku canipOvAlani uMTuMdi.
aMtupaTTani oka ceekaTilO aMtamaipOvAlani uMTuMdi.

jalajala kurisE vAnalO oka cinukulAgA,
galagala veecE gAlilO oka taragalAgA
nA unikilEni tanAnni nEnE anubhaviMcAlani uMTuMdi.

tElikai reparepalADE manasu kAgitaM meeda
baruvugA nilicE SareerAnni
sunnitaMgA okasAri tolagiMcAlani uMTuMdi.

gata jeevitaM guriMci ciMtistoo
eMta kAlamani jeevistAM?
jeevitAnnE oka gataMgA maraci pOvAlani uMTuMdi.

samoohaM nuMci oMTaritanAniki
pratirOjoo prayANiMci alasipOtAnu.
sthala kAlAllEni oka EkAMtaMlOki
SASvataMgA odigipOvAlani uMTuMdi.

oka mArpukOsaM eppuDainA nAku canipOvAlani uMTuMdi.
anAdigA paricitamaina oka callaTi velugulO aikyamai pOvAlani uMTuMdi.

A rendition in English
A Wish
Vinnakota Ravisankar

For a change, some time I feel like dying.
In an unfathomable darkness, I feel like ending.

In the pattering rain, as a drop,
In the whispering wind (breeze), as a wave,
I feel like experiencing my own non-existence.

On my paper like heart, light and fluttering,
This, my body, which stands heavy,
I feel like removing once.

Worrying (thinking) continuously about the past (life)
How long can we continue living?
I feel like forgetting, this life itself, like the past.

I get tired, travelling daily, from the crowd to loneliness.
Into a solitude, without space or time, I feel like bury myself.

For a change, some time I feel like dying.
Into a cool light, familiar from times immemorial,
I feel like dissolving.