Images Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri

Several disjointed and derelict images
Fuse into my flowing consciousness;
A dimpled beauty selling hotel space
A nest-builder mother-crow pecking
Tiny green young mangoes hanging
Alongside April's burning morning sun
Suddenly a kurta-clad gray-haired woman
Bursts upon the conscious with violence
Her comforting presence in the airplane
Complementing, by her side, another woman
Who is sleep-walking, on her way,
Her head in her hands, to take charge
Of a mere body which once throbbed
In the deep recesses of her own body
Disparate images, wide apart in time,
Flow into my sleep and then out of it
Sometimes straying into my wakeful self.