My Ancestors Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri

These mountains had existed
When my ancestors had lived
And roamed their risky ridges
Their silhouettes scurried for cover.

When darkness echoed in the hollows
A silky sky touched the mountaintop
While fluffy cotton clouds had cast
Diaphanous shadows on their flanks.
In the unblinking moments of my eyes
They saw my foolish childhood
in knickers, asking silly questions
These were the very questions
Asked by my ancestors who thought
They mastered the mountains end to end.