If , perchance and in all innocence
I happen to look at the sky
They will measure the elevation of
my sight
The mud in my foot-prints
they will get tested in a laboratory
to uncover the pattern of
the lines of my songs

- Cherabandu Raju

Licking the boots of
barons of opportunism
you  have built mansions
in their shade
Before their foundations crumble
I want to send you.
Not  to the prison, no,
but to the butcher’s shop. 
Cherabanda Raju