The Govindgadh Lake Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri

A moustachioed gentleman in military overalls
Takes us through coin drops of silver rain on the lake
A reluctant lake overwhelmed by ruined forts
And pleasure-seeking city slickers on yellow boats.
This very gentleman had broken brown bread then
On the lake-side with us and spread epicurean delights
His moustache properly twirled in royal pride.
Then the night was deep and dark and tongues of fire
Cast shadows which quickly climbed the mango trees.
There are many crocodiles under our feet, says he
As the rain lashes the lake in rising shrapnel
There it was the place where a girl had met watery end
The lake sat there brooding all the while, benign
And blameless, the crocodiles in its belly doing no harm
The mountains pour into it more and more water
Borrowed from the sky and but the lake repays it all,
In summer, when dark clouds go up from its bosom.