The Morning After The Train Journey Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri

In the morning it all came back, awake
From the dream, the planet called the earth
The birds chirped among new-born buds
Their colors spoke interminably of dreams
The earth spun eons ago as blazing fire
Its firmament arched over the dreams
I had dreams cozily in my mother.
Atavistic centuries of blinding ignorance
Clouded over mankind’s bloated egos
Where it all began, thinking, thought;
Under our feet was hell let loose
When some billion years I have lived
Without a song, my hair disheveled
Me and microbe being of the same stock.
I had dreams of a magic, a mere thing
Waiting to become a mere thing
Just like a rock of inorganic cells
A few chromosomes carry all memories
Of my primordial world, of giant-sized eggs
You see I have invented a reed bringing forth
The finest smelling finger hole music,
Smelling of oil-lamp flames extinguishing
In ancient temples behind closed doors.
I have invented golden- robed gods smiling
In flower decked finery, with vermilion
On my forehead where it is all written.
I have invented half-burnt corpses flowing,
In flames, on fragrant heaven-promises
This morning the reed vanished abruptly
In the fragrance of the river’s shadows.