Dudhsagar Falls
The drive is long and dusty
to Dughsadar Falls.
Through forest thick the truck
hops along the rutted road,
past leaf hidden shanties
The tang of fermenting cashews
Is strong enough to choke.
We journey on, deeper into the unknown.
Our driver points out the railway,
numbers the dead.
Halting, we are guided through
the trees by a cousin.
Warned to watch our step
lest snakes lie basking
in the tropical warmth.
We pass by a pool,
a mini-fall bursting with native children,
the thunderous roar out of place.
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