I keep writing my sticky notes <br />Small talk is all that takes place <br />Some black jokes, some witticisms <br />Rainbowy memories, bellyache <br />Somebody down there connects <br />Trying hard to make small talk <br />You talking about Mercedes Benz <br />A certain Chinese driver sleeping <br />In the basement over sated stomach <br />The fragrant harbour was not smelly <br />People with slit eyes made my world <br />There are now poets in the hall of fame <br />A certain Jussawalla is not my model <br />Do I look like Asterix, of course <br />Not in comic manner, sister says <br />Asterix is comically funny, absurdly <br />What happened to his pride of hair <br />We all hurt each other and ourselves <br />When tears stream down smoothly <br />Our helplessness breaks mask <br />Our images stream down like tears <br />Holding reflections of broken thoughts. <br />We are trying to break silence.<br /><br />Jagannath rao Adukuri<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sticky-notes/
