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The wind palace of Jaipur

The soft pink of the wind palace
Does not jell with her poverty’s
Blazing red tie-and-dye saree
Too kitschy for our proud art,
Too sentimental for our souls.
Let us have bright red bangles
They contrast better with the pink-
There is still poverty left in them.

poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri
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The Wishing Well

With my back turned
I hurl stone after stone
Into the wishing well
Disturbing the frog's sleep
In its libidinous dreams.

My moon had fallen into the well
My pail could not bring it up
I continue to dropp stones
Someday the water will rise enough
To bring up my beautiful moon.

poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri
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Poetry daily

We try our poetry daily
Under the pale sky
With fluffy clouds
And silver-lined streams.
In the river evenings
Men too get thrown in
On the river bed, pale
But glowing in shapes
Their textures tell-tale
In the dusk of the camera.
The camera speaks poems
As the sun’s gold grows
And the river shimmers.

poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri
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Sitting in a car on a rainy evening in Bhopal

Evening rain glistens on the road
As bread is bought and bananas are
Turned over for ripeness and less ripeness.
The rain is dancing on the car roof;
From the car the camera tries to catch
The wet sun on the leaves of the corner tree
Soon the wipers catch fever and quickly
We make our way in a sea of umbrellas.

poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri
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Of late

…and singe the night air with embers
Of my ego plastered with Paris
Past lingers on, the perfume stays in bed
All day to wake lazy toes.

I'm a dew dropp on the autumn leaf
Afraid of smiles that wade through
A sea of thoughts
Interrupted by the doorbell.

Wait a while stranger.
Let the trees bathe in the blue
And that whisper of light stay.

I want to sin.

poem by Shalini Rao
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The Bribe

Funny how the grime suits temples.
The Gods seem aloof otherwise.

While I pray,

A lady jostles through mass hysteria
And bribes God with a coconut
Let her daughter marry.

Another eyes her son and daughter in law
cuddle oblivious to the crowd
and sighs
May she have a grandson.

God is not too sure about this though.
Contraceptives do work, you know

poem by Shalini Rao
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Till where will u come?

A ruthless journey
On a path unexplored
I see U
How far will u come?

High up in the valley
Depp down in the sea
Destiny undecided
I may lose myself
How far will u come?

Darkness descends upon
I see no shadow of mine
Every step is an effort
How far will u come?

A journey begins
A journey ends
All questions answered
Except one

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poem by Divi Rao
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Autumn Came

By ripping cheeks,
with cold breeze,
with twitter of sparrows,
Autumn came!

Autumn came to cover
shivering earth
with colorful leaves carpet!

Autumn floats like
sun's epitaph

Autumn echoed like
farewell song of birds
in the evening!

Autumn touches the
breath of last leaves
on the verge of falling
with warmth!

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poem by Mula Veereswara Rao
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Law, Law, Law

Law

Law rules the poor,
Rich rules the law,
Every law has flaw
On poor, it is rich man’s paw,
Cases are adjourned
Witnesses are manipulated,
Justice may be delayed,
But Lawyers are survived!
Rich man predicts verdict
Poor man fails to detect
Law veiled by black coat
Penal code brooded in the court
Law, Law, Law still it is raw
Still might is right
Still justice is in dim light

poem by Mula Veereswara Rao
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The River of Desire

On the banks of the River of Desire
The abodes of our Gods are empty
The Gods deserted our village long ago
Leaving behind all the sanctums
Their broken walls yielded fine bricks
For the masonry of our village homes.
The River meandered around our village
Threatening to swallow our temples
Our children have hunger in their eyes
We have no oil to light God’s lamps
The River now threatens to swallow
Our parched paddy fields and our homes.

poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri
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