Testament Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri

An absurd little sleep-walker
Now sleeping, now waking
Sweeping the dusty corners
Of my senile mind, I gladly
Pass on this inheritance.

Decrepit and withered
I stand near the Dark Tunnel
A pretty little low-cost house
Still remains in the back-yard
Of my cluttered mind
So pretty, such fine roof-tiles
The drawings are still fresh
The problem of rural housing
Is solved at one stroke.

Memories of long years
Blend imperceptibly
With fears of the unknown
As I rake in the autumn-leaves
Of unrealized dreams
My brain goes dead
My body degenerates
But I still retain my sanity
Enough to recognize
The contours of my dream-house

It will be such a fine project
This model will revolutionize
Low-cost rural housing changing
The face of rural India.