On The Vizag Beach Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri

Try collecting sea-smelling cowries
Blow through the aperture of the conch
Hear, hear what you would like to hear
Like the chugging train's clackety
Which amenably synchronizes with
What you have been waiting to hear
Through the iron-smelling blotched glass
When you leaned cheeks against the louver
Stretching to see the telephone wires
Swing rhythmically up and down.

Fishing boats of nostalgic yesteryears
Had bobbed up out of the sea's wilderness
And then went down under the boisterous billows
Just like those chattering telephone wires with
Blue specks of bush-birds balancing on them
The ancient red and white lighthouse these days
Holds up no light for the straying sea-farer
Not even as much as the flicker of a restless firefly.


You see I blow deep and hard into the conch
Hoping to produce some really fine sea-music.
I have thrust my child-foot into the tingling sand
And if I take it out my sand-house will collapse
And I have to look for another site on the beach.