The Window Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri

The window existed in the opacity of the wall
While blood flowed in the body, dizzy and moving
And words struck quickly, as in a morning breeze.
On the morning was the jazz music flowing freely
And as the music went, the pipal leaves danced
The breeze struck beauty in the sun’s ambience
Shadows flowed in the tree’s exquisite motions
The world danced, the tree danced, the wall danced
On the wall the elephant danced with his tail high
The kings of yesteryears rode on camels that laughed
On the opposite wall yesterday’s man and woman
Joined in the life’s chorus from across death’s borders
Space merged with time, fragile images with solidity
Water flowed in the gardener’s hose, silver and soft
With a flowing sound that smelled earth and water.