POLI, POLI, DEVA…
Winters night falls gently,
As a veil across the vale,
The full yellow moon,
Bathes the Kodagu ‘bayle’,
The fragrance of ripe paddy,
Wafts across the golden fields,
The heady...
AKHRI NAMAN
As the flames engulfed his body,
Both in life and death,
The nation stood with his family,
And with them quietly wept.
All part of a macabre certainty,
Ever...
MONSOON MAGIC
Hanging off the handlebars,
Swerving 'round the curves,
Racing thro' the misty roads,
As on the monsoon rain pours.
Coffee trees and silver oak
Blurring past the eye,
Paddy fields...
RIDERS FOR RICE
Grey skies, pouring rain, soggy fields and the stage is set yet again for Kodagu Jawa Yezdi Motorcycle Club’s Annual Monsoon event - the...