Borra Caves Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri

I must re-experience their freedom
It is as though I was there the other day
Only they have grown bigger and taller
And their inner spaces more cavernous.
Remember, I tried writing pretty pictures
On their scraggy walls in several stunning hues
To celebrate the leafy arrivals of the silver oak
And the jack fruits sitting heavily on the barks
Nothing much has changed since.
I drew such lovely pictures of charging bison
Our tribeswomen danced dimsa all night long
As we drank cup after cup of palm wine
And the dappu beat in a rising frenzy.
Millions of years ago I saw this very mountain
Gurgling to form a gigantic gas bubble
This very bubble has hidden all the parchments
Of my dearest ancestors' glorious history
They all went beyond the mountains
Never again to return to our land.
But I can still see their dark specters
In the cavernous womb of this mountain
Clinging to the moss-laden roof upside down
They shrieked out the secrets of the other-world
And of life beyond the mountain-peaks
That piled, one on the other, on a sunny day