Terror In A Cafe Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri

Reluctantly we set down
Rilke’s autumn is falling
As are his hand and my eyes
Surely somebody up there
Is holding the earth up
And the sky and the stars
And all else from falling
Except in the Leopold café
Where bodies fall from behind
Which have just eaten roti
Should they now eat rice?
If only they knew that
Rice would make them fall.
A young man with rucksack
Has his view, other thoughts
He does not approve rice
There is a gleam in his eye
He likes bodies autumn-falling.