Figure D29 NILGIRI
Eastward still, into a stony square
Made of setts all in a honeycomb.
Here, on a time, from its plutonic lair
A great basaltic flood was let to roam,
A fiery sea with pyroclastic foam
Resistless in its terrible advance
A continent aflame: but soon to loam
Most fertile weathered down is the expanse.
SHIVA, the Destroyer, blessed be thy dance.