The Making Of The Road Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri

The Making Of The Road



Hot were the words, mixed
With liquid tar and boys in the shade
Their eyelids closed and play-heavy
This man turned the drum of liquid
The fires crackled and black smoke
Went up above the tree and red wall
Smooth and black like a snake.

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