Before dam , river is black and loamy
And a snake at the curve of the body,
On shore slightly annoyed with wind
And the paper star mobbed by moths.
It is Krishna- black lustrous hair braid
If only there are moon’s jasmines in it.
A woman’s mountain back has a braid
Ding-dong on granite body fine touch.
After dam it is a temple and pilgrims,
Ancient memories of the after-world.
(On a visit to the Bhavani island resort in the Krishna river near Vijayawada)