The Plastic Curtain Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri

Between us falls this plastic curtain
with tiny floral prints and glistening droplets
I see your lips moving through the interleave.
there is work, overdue debts, deja vu
there, on the riverbed, a thought came-
no words, only an electrical presence.
nothing much has happened, then and now
will you repay my fifty rupees to the barber
for the hair which once was, flowing in the river
to the oceans, its sound muffled by the waves.
I only appear in dreams on restless pillows.
On the other side are flowers etched in plastic
they don’t perfume beyond the riverbed.