JOG FALLS IN FULL SPATE DURING AUGUST 2013 - AN ODE TO UNBELIEVABLE GIFT OF NATURE

JOG FALLS IN FULL SPATE DURING AUGUST 2013

AN ODE TO UNBELIEVABLE GIFT OF MOTHER NATURE

With what deep murmurs through time’s silent stealth

Doth thy transparent, cool, and wat’ry wealth

Here flowing fall,

And chide, and call,

As if his liquid, loose retinue stay’d

Ling’ring, and were of this steep place afraid;

The common pass

Where, clear as glass,

All must descend

Not to an end,

But quicken’d by this deep and rocky grave,

Rise to a longer course more bright and brave.

PHOTO  COURTESY : SREERAM A.SHIMOGA AND ASSOCIATES