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