a poem a day by A.J.Rao

Who is he?

In snow hills one would not know
As white things look synonymous.
It is hard to know black from them.
The waters in them are pure – blue
Carrying away boost downstream
When it has a friend’s brown dust,
Secret energy of our not knowing.
Friend’s fine dust does not know.

Our not knowing is secret energy,
A friend’s fine dust in our streets
Acting like a tube well drill’s dust
In a morning’s eyes for instagram
A grand mist to all confused eyes.
A tube mines a fine dust for water
A kind of mist in the snowed hills
But actually mosquito killer mist.
In the mist one rarely knows who.

After watching a Telugu movie Yevade Subrahmaniam?(who is Subrahmaniam?)


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