Ratnarao’s short verse

Evening rain glistens on the road
As bread is bought and bananas are
Turned over for ripeness and less ripeness.
The rain is dancing on the car roof;
From the car the camera tries to catch
The wet sun on the leaves of the corner tree
Soon the wipers catch fever and quickly
We make our way in a sea of [...]

The black spot on his face
Is in  muddled thinking
The half moon of rising-
Words crackling in the night
Desires out of quizzes
And reform thoughts
Breaking down half way
Wanting to set the world right
An insensate ironic world
Whose  laughter emerges
Out of his heavy hat.