Treasure Island

Jagannath rao Adukuri


Poems of Jagannath rao Adukuri

1. A blade of grass 11/22/2008
2. A boat trip on the Ganges in Calcutta 11/23/2008
3. A day at the training academy 11/24/2008
4. A doctor's marriage 8/19/2010
5. A night in the Topslip forest 11/23/2008
6. A photographer’s “doggereal” 11/7/2008
7. A photographer’s quest 11/13/2008
8. A train journey 11/24/2008
9. A visit to Nagalapuram temple 11/25/2008
10. A warehouse prince broke her horn 8/19/2010
11. Aasha's painting 11/23/2008
12. Acceptance 11/24/2008
13. Adultery 11/27/2008
14. Airborne 11/24/2008
15. Alive in a train 11/22/2008
16. An October Morning 11/24/2008
17. Ashes 11/24/2008
18. At Sriperumbudur, The birthplace of Ramanujacharya 11/22/2008
19. At the Balaji temple, Bhopal 8/20/2010
20. At the death ceremony of a relative in Eluru 8/19/2010

Poetry is late

Poetry is now the late breeze rustling in the tree
After the temple tank's mossy stillness.
On consciousness had luminously arrived
The phallus god, in brown beauty- hues
And cyclical eight faced phallus, in turns,
Tranquil-white and angry-red in stone eyes.
Polished now as God, a washer man had used it
In rhythmic beats, all for beating laundry.
We have our myths, carefully polished

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