"mosi" poems
Anubahandham ane padaniki ayushu poyindhi,
Anandham ane aksharalu avedana ayyayi
Manasu ninnu ne gnapakalu mosi mosi mughapoyayi,
Na gunde ki andinchina anandham eka allalo kottukupoyindhi..................
Jan 28, 2012
Jan 28, 2012 at 2:13 AM UTC
The last place for a waterfall, no mountains or valleys,
horizons flat as summer seas, then from thirty miles,
a white tower of spray punctures the blue sky.
Closer, you hear thunder, though there is no storm,
see double rainbows, bright bridges across air,
feel a welcome drizzle in searing, blistering heat.
Closer, you part a bush, stand on the edge of a chasm;
the wide Zambesi glides forward, then plunges deep
into a wound in the earth’s crust, a break in basalt.
The ground trembles with shock, you shout but hear
nothing except a raging roar as solid water
explodes up in your face, blinds you, engulfs you.
Down in the Devil’s Cataract, the river cuts frantic
zigzags through deep gorges until it pours into a pool
where a dead hippo bounces up like a rubber ball.
[Mosi-oa-Tunya: the Victoria Falls, translated as "Smoke that Thunders"]
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC