Jagannath rao Adukuri


Jagannath rao Adukuri Poems

1. A Blade Of Grass 11/22/2008
2. A Boat Trip On The Ganges In Calcutta 11/23/2008
3. The Kitchen (A Tribute To Woman) 11/7/2008
4. The Tirumala Hills 11/24/2008
5. Acceptance 11/24/2008
6. Tales Of The Sculptures: Krishnapuram Temple 11/25/2008
7. Shadows 11/27/2008
8. Faith 11/27/2008
9. Heart Attack 12/5/2008
10. The Memoirs Of A Geisha 8/19/2010
11. An October Morning 11/24/2008
12. The Guava Tree 11/25/2008
13. Our Horses No Longer Fly 11/23/2008
14. At Sriperumbudur, The Birthplace Of Ramanujacharya 11/22/2008
15. A Photographer’s Quest 11/13/2008
16. The Elephant-God 11/24/2008
17. Rains In Tirupati 11/25/2008
18. Kolkata's Kids 11/25/2008
19. The Juggernaut 11/23/2008
20. My Mother's Last Days 8/19/2010
21. On Return From The Puri Jagannath Temple 8/20/2010
22. On The Vizag Beach 11/25/2008
23. River Noise And River Silence 8/20/2010
24. The Peak In Hong Kong 8/20/2010
25. Sitting In A Car On A Rainy Evening In Bhopal 8/20/2010
26. Remembering A Schizophrenic Boss 8/20/2010
27. At The Balaji Temple, Bhopal 8/20/2010
28. Celebrating God's Birthday 8/20/2010
29. Hair Cut On A Good Friday 8/20/2010
30. Break 8/20/2010
31. The Wind Palace Of Jaipur 8/20/2010
32. Passing By A Tribal Weekly Fair In Bastar 8/20/2010
33. Suicide 8/20/2010
34. Dying Of Love 8/20/2010
35. The Manikarnika Ghat 8/20/2010
36. Upon The Death Of A Dear Colleague 8/20/2010
37. Tribute To Bismillah Khan, The Shehnai Maestro 8/20/2010
38. His Gods, My Gods 8/19/2010
39. The Pastor And His Niece 8/19/2010
40. Our Temple Priest 8/19/2010
Best Poem of Jagannath rao Adukuri

A Blade Of Grass

I cannot focus awareness on the winding road
The distant hill is covered in a blue haze
There is all-around oblivion felt in my unbeing
Only the other day I was a blade of grass
Today I cannot wave in the mountain breeze
Uprooted from my mother I do not know my being
Just like that hill covered in a haze of forgetfulness.

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Beauty Is Not Truth

The sun pours through every leaf
Playing shadows on the white wall
As red-and-white temples ring bells
The banyan rises from colored plastics
In warm yellow light and water shades.
Yesterday's eye-red was but a phase
Having lost the moonlight all the way
Behind large doors and khaki authority
(When we pray in marble mosques

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