Black And White Dreams Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri

Morning is brown tea and Charles Bukowski-
You live in fear of their fears says he.
I dream of my house and sun on balcony
Built near the lake, blue and crystalline
Trees in the streets, morning bird tweets.
These municipal guys make house maps
While we all take our afternoon naps
Then we make 36 feet houses against 10
Approved by the municipal engineer guys
And live in of fear of their midnight knocks.
There in the crematorium I need just 5
And the municipal guys also need a mere 5
And may be, some dry logs obtained cheap
From the sidewalk vendor without bill-
After all it is the logs that burn better than
Wood shavings and discarded old furniture
With rusty nails jutting out into night air.
In the meanwhile there is this driver's drama
When he gets into train to see ailing dad
He hears dad already dead of too much sugar
And look, death is so sweet and so prosaic!
A black man makes the white house white
In news black and white, Obama and his ma
With Moslem middle name, properly baptized
Spare him from possible theological dilemma.
I have several black and white 'flickr' dreams
Nobody touches them because they are
Just my black and white dreams, not theirs
And it is the colored ones they are after.