Jagannath rao Adukuri


Jagannath rao Adukuri Poems

81. The River Of Desire 11/23/2008
82. Through The Keyhole 11/23/2008
83. Aasha's Painting 11/23/2008
84. Songs 11/23/2008
85. The Dam 11/23/2008
86. The Woman In The Picture 11/24/2008
87. The Interview 11/24/2008
88. Homo Sapiens 11/24/2008
89. A Train Journey 11/24/2008
90. A Day At The Training Academy 11/24/2008
91. The Rain 11/24/2008
92. At The Jehan Numa Hotel In Bhopal 11/24/2008
93. My Childhood 11/24/2008
94. The Resolution 11/24/2008
95. Questions 11/24/2008
96. Laughter 11/24/2008
97. The White Screen Of Death 11/24/2008
98. The Paper 11/24/2008
99. The Tsunami Memory 11/24/2008
100. My Ancestors 11/24/2008
101. Dreams 11/24/2008
102. The Hampi Rocks 11/24/2008
103. The Miners Have Come 11/24/2008
104. Wounds 11/24/2008
105. The Temple 11/24/2008
106. The Sister Rocks 11/24/2008
107. The Return Of Beauty 11/24/2008
108. Happening 11/24/2008
109. The Woman 11/24/2008
110. Breeze 11/24/2008
111. Ashes 11/24/2008
112. Beauty-Tokens 11/24/2008
113. Smoke 11/24/2008
114. Rhythm 11/24/2008
115. Be 11/24/2008
116. Airborne 11/24/2008
117. The Wooden Nymph 11/24/2008
118. Poetry Comes 11/24/2008
119. The Elephant-God 11/24/2008
120. Jaws 11/24/2008

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Best Poem of Jagannath rao Adukuri

A Blade Of Grass

I cannot focus awareness on the winding road
The distant hill is covered in a blue haze
There is all-around oblivion felt in my unbeing
Only the other day I was a blade of grass
Today I cannot wave in the mountain breeze
Uprooted from my mother I do not know my being
Just like that hill covered in a haze of forgetfulness.

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Poetry Is Late

Poetry is now the late breeze rustling in the tree
After the temple tank's mossy stillness.
On consciousness had luminously arrived
The phallus god, in brown beauty- hues
And cyclical eight faced phallus, in turns,
Tranquil-white and angry-red in stone eyes.
Polished now as God, a washer man had used it
In rhythmic beats, all for beating laundry.
We have our myths, carefully polished

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