A poem about my canoeing experience in Denwa Backwaters of the main river Tawa which came into existence after Tawa Dam’s construction. Denwa is surrounded by The Satpura range loosely translated as seven hills.
One Canoe
Paddling the canoe into the wild
Oh, Denwa!
The stillness of your backwaters
stays in my mind.
Oh, Satpura!
The silhouette of your hills
is an artist’s drawing.
Tawa Dam gave you birth
You are a mother
to the flora and fauna
of various kinds.
Fifty or hundred feet
Even just a few inches deep
You are home to many resident and migratory birds
Mesmerising Sambhar
or captivating ghost trees
River lapping or Kingfishers bathing
Eagles or monkeys perched high on boughs
Just one canoe at 10 am
sails smoothly until a croc is found
The wintry chill gets into our bones
He is sunbathing on highlands
thirty feet from us
Away
we intend to go
Our eyes meet and he camouflages
Into the marshy backwaters where he belongs
Oh, Denwa! The sky gazes
at its beauty into the blue mirror
Wildernesses and jungle sounds
are the only sounds one hears
12.12.2018
One Canoe
Paddling the canoe into the wild
The stillness of your backwaters
stays in my mind.
Oh, Satpura!
The silhouette of your hills
is an artist’s drawing.
Tawa Dam gave you birth
You are a mother
to the flora and fauna
of various kinds.
Fifty or hundred feet
Even just a few inches deep
You are home to many resident and migratory birds
Mesmerising Sambhar
or captivating ghost trees
River lapping or Kingfishers bathing
Eagles or monkeys perched high on boughs
Just one canoe at 10 am
sails smoothly until a croc is found
The wintry chill gets into our bones
He is sunbathing on highlands
thirty feet from us
Away
we intend to go
Our eyes meet and he camouflages
Into the marshy backwaters where he belongs
Oh, Denwa! The sky gazes
at its beauty into the blue mirror
Wildernesses and jungle sounds
are the only sounds one hears
12.12.2018
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