Here yawning time-distances shrink. <br />New chemical formulas emerge. <br />All that is thought logical merges <br />Into camphor-fragrant unreality <br />Words quickly change into things <br />Time stands immobile and petrified. <br />Bright yellow sampangi petals <br />Breathe fragrant life into the sky <br />Tall swaying red sandalwood trees <br />Tilt precipitously towards <br />The orange fringe of the western sky. <br />The holes of my eyes are filled <br />With salty tears like yesterday's <br />Abandoned stone quarries <br />Fresh with pellucid rainwater.<br /><br />Jagannath rao Adukuri<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tirumala-hills/
