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.