Thoughts In A Shaved Head (On My Mother's Death) Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri

While I was having my head shaved in her smoke
I asked why the hearse should have blown the siren
As we had gone about throwing flat rice on her silence;

But.when she was alive, the van that took her
To draw a map of her brain's electrical wiring
Had blown no siren on the crowded roads.

Later, in my complicated cloth and ashes
I wondered why the river flowed in my mind and road
When there were no rains in the Vindhya hills beyond.