There is something about this place
Stretch of sandy beaches,
Warmed by rosy sunsets,
With a slow careless pace.
Something about its valleys, high
Where tall trees glow,
Painted with fluorescent patterns
Where hypnotic trance comes floating by
Something about its yellow homes
Remnants of the Portuguese era,
With wooden seats lining the porches
Sloping tiled roofs, instead of domes
Something about the tourist throng
Swarming the shores in style
The children building castles of sand
Braving the waves so strong
Something about the mesmerizing sunset
Speckled with colorful parasails
Occasional bursts of watery showers
Making jet ski riders soaking wet
Something about a broken shell
Which playfully nudges my sole
There is something about this Goan charm
Which averts a farewell
Niharika Prasad
