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The Travelogue on the river Godavari from the City of Rajahmundry to the Papi Hills
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BOAT’S SONG
IN
PAPI HILLS
Papikondalu or the “Papi Hills” are series of
mountain range that are located in Rajahmundry in West Godavari District of
Andhra Pradesh. Papikondalu Mountain range runs along River Godavari, one of the
largest and vivacious rivers in India. The mighty river narrowing and passing
with twists and turns along the Papi Hills is every visitor’s delight.
Papikondalu mountain range spreads over a vast area, covering about three
districts of East Godavari, West Godavari and Khammam Districts.
Makineedi Surya Bhaskar
BOAT’S SONG IN PAPI HILLS Makineedi Surya Bhaskar
With the fore fingers of early rays
Tickling of light;
Glittering of ‘river-berations’!
The twitters and warbles
Of tree-top birds on banks-
The tinkling of contemplations!
Running of road
Beside the bank-
Jumps of river’s thoughts!
Why glitter and clang?
The jumps and leaps of tender waves!
Why…why?
To know it-
The boat is progressing.
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The hands of time tired and tired
In measuring the distance-
The journey upstream!
Pure air on the Godavari
Carry the green color
When inhaled drop by drop…
The heart-beat
Unite with the music of water-
Soothes in the hands of waves
That carries the boat-palanquin!
Tot, as if palpating softly with its hands…
The tender billows-
Touch the boat by waving up and up.
The distant blue sky…
Hide and seek
With the course of the river-
Semblances the notes of music!
On going deeper and deeper
After crossing the agitated surface…
All tranquil
A sweet feeling sans grief!
3
The river-
Does not move itself!
Though it can’t move itself-
Moving within…
Rattle with tinkling and clanging
And flows as waves and waves!
The way…
And pacing…
Are being its own,
It undergoes the infinite journey!
To reach the infinitely infinite goal!!
The tree on the bank
Does not move itself!
Though it cannot move itself-
Shaking its hands with waves,
Reflects green in the Godavari
And flows rejoicing!
Along with the bank beyond,
The road cannot move itself!
Though it cannot move itself-
Becomes prop for all movements
And seems to be moving!
The Hill
Does not move itself!
Amidst of the down-spread
Jowar fields,
And in the village tendril-paths
Woven by pumpkin gardens…
With the running
Hilly youthful fondness-
Moves…
As if the music of spring!
And gets the hearts moved!!
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Bluish at one place…
And as an emerald at other place…
And as a silver streak
Sparkle in the speckle of sunshine…
In each turning
With the hues of white and blue-
Yellow and green…
Humming color-orchestration-
The Mother Godavari…
Infinitely scattered
Between the two banks!
Our boat is going
On the finesse water-carpet-
Chintz-printed with sunshine’s embroidery…
With jingling small-bells of waves
Our boat is dancing
To the cymbal-fluttering of the sail!
Not only the boat, but the heart as well!!
The Godavari, impassionate of narrow paths…
Myself I’m impassionate of harshly walls…
Befriending with one’s hands in the other’s
Sojourn under the perch of sky!
If the body and eyes
Are given away to the Godavari-
It fills the hearts
Up with the wet-flown consciousness!
And drowns in the stream of love!!
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Amidst of the mountains
Scooping away the air-cave
The river swims ahead…
The heart…with thought-flare!
All the way, the Godavari
Becomes the path of one’s own dreams!
If touched tenderly with our hand
Greets us with the spindrift of floral giggle!
Running at the feet of the mountains…
Wet…stir…and shake their stony hearts-
Mould them as the mountains of water!
Through the midst…the river-
Silently spreads like a meadow of water!!
Gently and tardily
With the body of dark-blued hue
As if the parting of hair between the hills!
The Nature’s painting
That vanishes into the great void
After flowing and flowing!
Who gave that silent meditative mood
To the ‘Papi’ mountains?
But the tender hands of waves of the Godavari
Touch softly their feet…
In the cool-chilly sprinkle!
The Godavari and the Papi Hills
Both together
Are the attractions for many a hearts!
In the image of
The porch of sky’s shadow,
Woven by the hide-seeking rays
From the thickets of foliage-
The aqua-surface that spangled-
The glittering of playing silver fishes!
The boat carries the freely-floating blossoms
Those swim in the air pleasantly!!
6 Flying in the air
And swimming in the water-
The bird creates
Two rivers!
Between the two rivers
Standing on the seat of boatswain
Swimming in the air…
And flying in the water…
The heart of bird’s size!
7 The trees were folding
The colorful twitters
As if their leaves…
The birds soothe
The weariness of their wings
Brought about by flying and flying
In the cradles of thickets of Mother-leaves!
The trees and the birds-
Seems to be the silhouettes
On the canvas of dusking sky!
In the evening,
The color-woven sky
Becomes spirited on the earth also!
8
Aligned clouds of cranes
While adjoining the corners…
The crawling of crows
Scatter the darkness in the horizons
Cover up the day light.
A coconut leaf moves, distantly…
As if nodding its head
And greet the moon appearing in the sky.
The Godavari seems adjusting its forelocks!
The song from a distant temple-
While rejoicing as tintinnabulation…
As black crows that hide in the nests
The darkness spreads all over the Godavari…
And all over the way!
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Is it the River?
The Flow of moon light!
The Golden Godavari!!
Dressed in the selvedge sari of stars
The beauty of moving loins
As a serpentine twists-
As dark shadows of the sky
To the eyes of the boat’s brim
Seen in the mirrors of the waves!
At night
The secret chat
Of the moon and the Godavari-
Seems as soft as the beds of pabulum…
And as drunken as the dusked gloom!
Stupefied mind…
Bounding heart…
Beat of unisonous moon-shine-
A still and noiseless sense of sound!
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The river
Does not move itself!
Falling in the valleys
Touching the hills
Divided even as branches
Or flown abounding-
Does not sleep in singing…
Until it reaches its goal!
Though it can not move itself,
Moving within…
Rattles with tinkling
And flows as waves after waves!
*
The tree
Does not move itself!
Becoming the beauty
That stretches its arms in all sides...
Grows vertically…
And scents the air
To be diffused into the noses!
The road
Does not move itself!
Supporting and becoming common,
The infinite movements…
Does not sleep
Until help reach the travelers
Their la(o)st destinies!
Though it can not move itself
Becoming prop to all movements
Seems as if it is moving!
*
The hill
Does not move itself!
With fully bloomed on
Inflorescence of avisa…
Amidst of over-thronged
Thickets of soap nuts…
And with the flying butterflies…
Though it can not move itself-
Moves in standing, every minute,
The still- beauty of simplicity!
The hills-
Leap within themselves
Seek their inner-selves in serene posture
In the mirror of the Godavari!
Beginning from the valleys
Of Konda Modalu Palle
And up to Perantala Revu-
The Papi Hills
A silent-fusion of meditative vision!
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Being an ennobled birth among the all…
Heightened with the loftiness of all…
With the soul elevated-
Should be rung…
Should be flown…
And should be diffused!
Freely as the bird
Purely as the tree
Firmly as the hill
Infinitely as the river
Into the still infinite skies
Should be spread…
Though at the place of existence-
With the gait that carry
In the path made
Should undergo infinite journey…
Should reach yet enormous infinite goal…
Though at the place of existence-
Should reach…
And should be reached…
To all sides!
Though at the place of existence-
Relieved from all the matters,
Should make loftier…
And should be united into…
And should be integrated into
The immense silence!
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Notes:
Papi Hills: The hills which hinder the course of the river Godavari, all the way coming
from its birth place at Nasik. Story is that, when Godavari asked the hills to let her go,
they allowed a hair-parting passage. In Telugu, hair partition is known as ‘papita’, after
which the hills are named.
Konda Modalu Palle: The first village at which the starting of Papi hills occur
.
Perantala Revu: Other village, a habitation of girijans, the hilly tribes famous for its
Shivalayam and a torrent of cool water coming from a water-falls.
