A Poem by Adukuri Jagganath Rao

Poetry of the broad daylight

The night we had hung our boots

And wanted to be asked to explain

Nobody asked poetry with mind.

Now is poetry less mind, a mind

Of mere bird calls, a lonely cuckoo

Calling to rain from a leafless twig

Unusually enlarged to our vision

Consequently dissipated in a sky.

Cuckoo went hoarse with no rain .

Freshly wet with poetry less mind,

We went hoarse with construction.

Our poems will go down their throats.

 

 

 

 

Adukuri Jagannath Rao is a retired banker who lives in Hyderabad,India. His poetry can be found at http://adukurispoetry.blogdrive.com