My Spectacles Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri

My spectacles are on the corner table;
There lay fine muslins and stitched textiles
Woven with delicate patterns, their craftsmen
Lived in mud-houses and their eyes failed
Their stomachs rumbled beneath those yarns.
A certain woman here is selling knickknacks
On the Kankariya lake front dying of plastics
The rim of the lake framed in orange dusk.
Her eye-contact touched a fellow-seller,
An old man in a monkey cap, nearby,
Who is weighing people for small money.
A young boy red in shirt persuasively offers
To clean the wax off accumulated years.
All the while women and children in color
Eat snacks distracted by a beauty- lake
Here I try to make poetry of broken images
Fine poetry and fine photography as well.
My spectacles are on the corner table
The old man is in his monkey cap, nearby,
His eye-contact touched the old woman
In the end, he made the photographer's story.