Cobwebs Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri

The sleeping city I liked to call it
Actually it was neither sleeping nor city
Just that was in my afternoon brain,
Looking for some poetical excitement.
Yesterday’s images continued to haunt-
The backpacking boy on the snow-land
Another girl on the internet, fully naked,
Clinging to the rock as though a bat
Returning in the evening to the cave.
It all seemed to add up to my world-
Poetry included monotone images as well.
It is these which are my colored copies.
My reality lay lurking in them all the time.
Just then a certain communist saw red
And vanished from the scene promptly.
His ashes will now be spread in rivers
Just like India’s first Prime Minister’s
In whirring defense helicopters for fame.
The fame was of course the doting son’s-
It was his purple need from a hot brain
Fevered and full of fertile stories, stories
That made heroes in history-addled brains,
Stories that had sultry spies from enemies
Who indulged in highest skulduggery
And made hapless victims of patriotic Indians
Working closely with defense ministers.
When our father dies our country is with us
We go out briefly to receive condolences
On our cell phones in somber mood.
In the Sunderbans we protect hapless tigers
From fierce humans and other midnight predators
At the same time we protect innocent humans
From midnight prowling tigers in their huts
We are confused about this protection thing
We have therefore prepared a dissertation
Complete with power point presentation
On the Eco-preservation of the Sunderbans.
We have won laurels for our scholarship
We hope to clear our cobwebs soon.