On The River Bank Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri

My figures are shadowy, squatting
On the river bank with halos intact.
They lost their identity, however
In the prevailing spatial situation.
They seem to be singing life’s song
This little girl with a guava in hand
Waves the baton and the guava seller
Joins with her back to the audience
In the back there is a stream and rocks
Full of people who squat on the ridges
With their ears to the great music
That reverberates in the boat-song.
The song of life and of its ashes flowed
With the dreams of yesterday’s phantoms
Played out in a priest’s incantations.