The waves waltzing and gleaming
in the Tungabadra Dam
entice all to the fence.

The golden rays from the West
make the watery surface blond
and the people are in a spell.

Hiding yawning watery grave
beneath the wavy carpet
the Dam in full, draws us to snap.

The overflowing canals
and the water sluicing gates
are clapping at the blooming gardens.

My movie camera is on
to catch the gleeful waves
and the fainting Sun afar.

Oh, is it a tsunami?
The waves leapt over the fence
and rinsed us and the Camera.

Oh, the marvel of Tungabadra
has blessed me to rise from the agony
of my student’s betrayal.