Ratnarao’s short verse

There, in God’s country, the benign ruler
Had  burst out of the earth’s bowels
A sea of coconuts smothered, sultrily,
The most unwilling moss-painted houses
The banyan raised its feet high enough
For hundreds of  monsoon-creatures
The journey then began in white rain
Waiting for streaks of silver sunshine
To crawl through upright nut barks
As the telephone wires went up and down
A floating [...]

Darkness spread its wings
The walls were closing in;
Their pale textures merged
Into the corners of his mind.
The time has come to experience
Slow unfilling of space
Sudden ejection into Time.
Just like that little girl
Whose cries precipitated
His own descent into hell
On the other side of the glass wall
Her lips seem to be moving
He cannot read them, now,
The mists on [...]

I sit here on the precipice
With my feet dangling
In the abyss of time
On the far-line I espy
A pile of stacked skulls
Of large circular eyes
With the mountain air
Hissing through them.
These skulls had thoughts,
When their holes were eyes,
That wished no brains in them.
What did the old man think,
When , lying on a string cot,
He saw the [...]