When there is soft sand beneath your feet
where the humid air smells like a treat,
you open your eyes to the quaint appease
and do not mind the sheets with crease
amidst happy moments you drift with ease
cocooning withing the melodious seas
That's Goa my friend!

When the sun rises to a fresh breeze
yet a slow pace, as if somewhere a-freeze
you turn and look around with much gusto
and plan for sweet nothings with a festo

Lush greens; laden with organic charm
abound and aplenty with silky farms
narrow bylanes take you afar, far....
to horizons slowly seeping in
leaving the tunnel of thoughts ajar
That's Goa my friend!

Surprises abound in every corner
old love stories and crushes warmer
silhouetting the trail of that never ending romance
brimming the cup with mushy stories
pushing the dreamland to finer glories

Every sip new and fresh,
warmth enmeshed
in every breath,
reliving those old-world flings
to embrace the charm it brings......

Aloft the nuzzle lies the philosopher's glow
settling ashore; dreams you plough
and the god within, takes a bow!
That's Goa my friend!