Jagannath rao Adukuri Poems

The power of death is palpable
Amidst disbelief, impossible reason
Unthinking brain-aliveness
I can see the yellowed feet
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That was a mere red-banded paper
Itching to reclaim original state
With absolutely no musical possibility
As lonely as our drooping eyelids
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I saw her usurping chunks of the sky
That was some misty moments
And a thick orange sunset ago
A lone crow, sitting on the railing,
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These mountains had existed
When my ancestors had lived
And roamed their risky ridges
Their silhouettes scurried for cover.
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Several flimsy images are played
Behind the opaqueness
Of my heavy-lidded eyes.
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The evening swapped the orange sky
For a silver-lined cloud in tatters
The rocks had sizzled through the day
At sundown their fever subsided
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Then the mountains fell silent.
The leafless shrubs pretended
They did not exist, waiting for
The mountain’s endorsement
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In the recent monsoon
Our rivers felt as if
The mountains had bled
From fresh wounds
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Thinking never felt so good
Beads of perspiration glistened
While peace arrived in spurts
Behind was electricity of high voltage
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The sister rocks woke up
To the sun's golden touch
Their delicate fingers
Reached out, reaching,
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