My Sister Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri

Then the flowers bloomed
In our laid-back backyard
My little sister shouted
And clapped for quickening
The pumpkins grew fat
With glowing textures
She asked why our palm tree
Had withered for no reason
Our favorite water -snake.
Shed its scales on the fence.
She scooped out a handful
Of the fragrant earth
Made it into tiny balls
Caught a grasshopper
By its wings and made it
Hold the balls, one by one,
That was a milkmaid
Carrying pots of milk.
Our coconut lost its frond
In last year's lightning
It had given us years of
Coconut crop, you see.
Their juice was so delicious!
During the butterfly season
My sister counted the cocoons
And watched the butterflies
Break out one by one.
This season wild flowers
Have grown where she last slept
As dusk fell noisy cicadas
From invisible crevices
Made fine music for her
There is now nobody
To count those cocoons when
The butterflies will emerge.