Here yawning time-distances shrink.
New chemical formulas emerge.
All that is thought logical merges
Into camphor-fragrant unreality
Words quickly change into things
Time stands immobile and petrified.
Bright yellow sampangi petals
Breathe fragrant life into the sky
Tall swaying red sandalwood trees
Tilt precipitously towards
The orange fringe of the western sky.
The holes of my eyes are filled
With salty tears like yesterday's
Abandoned stone quarries
Fresh with pellucid rainwater.
Jagannath rao Adukuri
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