Jagannath rao Adukuri Poems

I had dreamt of a magic, a mere thing
Waiting to become a mere thing
Just like a rock of inorganic cells
A few chromosomes carry all memories
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His bony fingers
Wrought such fine music
Out of my rosy-hued body
In the warm summer nights
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My splintered consciousness is
A jumble of broken images
Shards of shattered tough-glass
Pierce through attempts at order;
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Cigarette in hand
Matted locks
Ashes on chest
Saffron dhoti
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I had my colored dreams
Which smelt so pretty good
You know on these evenings
I take out my oldest dreams
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Reluctantly we set down
Rilke’s autumn is falling
As are his hand and my eyes
Surely somebody up there
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The morning crystallizes
Pure and silver.
The moment swells
To an iridescent event
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She is draped in diaphanous chiffons
Accentuating mysterious under-shadows:
Commit them to your tactile memory
Interspersed with the fragrant hum
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