From the misty Mercara hills springs the Cauvery,
Other rivulets join her from the plantations of tea:
And this analogy is very similar I find
To a tiny new idea that attracts others to my mind!
At Ranganthitta, the River flows swiftly westwards
And on her banks there flock a bevy of birds.
And around my idea, the new thought that gleams,
I find extraneous , impractical dreams!
At Mysore the Cauvery pauses awhile
At Brindavan she nods to the flowers that smile.
My mind , too , pauses to contemplate
Full- blown theories to which mine could relate.
There is downstream , a sheer , rocky, wall:
And the Cauvery leaps down as the Hogenekkal fall!
My theories take a tumble and fall to the floor,
And I recalibrate my ideas and thoughts once more.
The river now flows through the golden sand
Of Thiruvaiyar– Carnatic music’s wonderland!
I , too, take a vacation in the sunny warm weather
Then I find my ideas have broadened, my theory has
Now the river rocks me on her lap,sits me down,
Feeds me from her rice-bowl- Tanjore’s temple town!
Then slowly she meanders to her tryst with destiny:
To fabulous Poompuhar, now sunk – undersea!