The Woman In The Painting Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri

Lively watercolors
Vivid cool pastels
Become gray shadows
Eyelashes flutter languidly
In off-white background
She takes in the breath
Of saffron evenings.
The sun slowly descends.
Dots of steady-winged birds
Fly out of the canvas.
Shrill eagle-calls
Rupture the canvas
She shouts out, loud,
In not-so- audible decibels
Over the world’s cacophony
Embedded in experience
It is all the same, whatever
A rehash and a re-living
The experience stays
And the exquisiteness.