April disappeared in the hot afternoon
With idly floating tatters of clouds in the sky
And too much thinking, words, beauty-search;
When words failed thought gained ascendancy
Like those moonlit nights of singing girls.
We saw palaces with the hidden sun in chinks
Sad children dragging sacs of dung cakes
While buffaloes with glassy eyes sadly stared
Where was the beauty of the garden in arches;
Huge gateways hid them, in holiday mood,
From our touristy gaze and expectant lens
It is time poetry returned amidst dust and sun.
Jagannath rao Adukuri
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-return-of-poetry/
