Words Are Things Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri

Words are things, just like the translucent sky
Which, my grandmother says, is, in fact, a thing
The flowers in my courtyard are the blue sky
With new insect-stars appearing in the twilight
These are just like words, thingy and palpable
When they freeze under the leaves they become icicles
And when they verily thaw, they tingle your skin
And feel on your tongue like December snow.
Poetry- words are splinters of the same vitreous sky
The long arms of the morning sun spread warm words
As though the evening to come promises pure happiness
The ugly caterpillar eats beauty-holes in our garden leaves
Which are poetry- words scrawled in thick sticky leaves
And then they become fatter on the flanks with floral designs.
The stinking caterpillar then disappears beyond the fence
Leaving behind incandescent thingy poetry- words.