Prem Surya Kumar
Chilika - My Dream!
What makes you look so cheerless, Chilika,
Why your vast expanse looks so deadly still?
Or have you lost the key to your eternal charm,
Are you unaware of Spring? of cuckoo's trill?
Where are those birds that flocked each winter
Upon your inviting breast so warm, so rich!
The pelican, the crane, the stork and halcyon
That plucked from there your bounties of fish?