The Interview Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri

One went into deep slumber fully aware
The air did not touch nor melodiously sing
The tweet of the gray bird went over and again
As the helpless chick tried to find way
Hemmed in by clusters of grass squares
The mind’s baby gurgled as if threatening
It got mixed up in the easily penetrable skull
The story of someone deeply drowning
Hold your breath and flap your wings
While your daughter’s saving dupatta floats
The elephant-God whispered in your ears
As the sun went down the shimmering lake
We all waited impatiently to be hurt deeply
The head headshrinker asked searing questions
Pretending petrified wisdom of the pure mind
The phantoms went their way, their job done.