Adukuri Jagannath Rao is a retired banker who lives in Hyderabad, India. His interests include poetry and photography. Visit his web site.
The dog’s bark
By Adukuri Jagannath Rao
The dog’s bark came late in the night
Along with a motor’s whir and the hum
Of my computer into a night’s old age.
The trees crackled in the fallen leaves
On the floor with dog food, tail wagging
In the wind, afraid of night’s loneliness
Its flies were yet to wake in smallness.
Two wheels went about their business
Spurred on by a station going for trains.
Along with a motor’s whir and the hum
Of my computer into a night’s old age.
The trees crackled in the fallen leaves
On the floor with dog food, tail wagging
In the wind, afraid of night’s loneliness
Its flies were yet to wake in smallness.
Two wheels went about their business
Spurred on by a station going for trains.
The bark will come back later in the day
When the sun will go about its business
And men will drink morning coffee to read
Newspapers about other people’s deaths
Rice and bullion, while emptying pockets
Of the night’s air, of a dog’s lonely bark.
The bark will then chase shadows of cars.
