Forgetfulness Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri

You and I make a fine pair, making
Noise in the depths of the night.
We clap in Golconda’s golden silence
Across the wastes of history’s fort
Actually our claps serve little purpose-
We are not calling out to anybody-
They just strike our unhearing ears
In unintended humour and droll.
Sometimes we light sticks of matches
At the upper end to hear their sound
Travel across thorny bushes, to the gate.
We laugh to remember to forget,
To forget other times, other spaces.
In this you and I shall jointly forget-
Forgetting jointly is more meaningful-
Above all the hole of forgetfulness
We make, shall be the biggest ever.