Posted by: yhaindia | September 7, 2010

GOAN BEACH

When I met her during walk,she smiles and left soon,
Her beauty is incomparable even with moon.
Every one is craze after her shine & fame,
I am a fool forgotten to ask her name.
The crowd waits to see her from dawn to dusk,
When she comes there appears a fragrance of musk.
I did not listen Mr.Joshi’s orientation in agony and shy,
She comes to my mind always when I close my eyes.
She promised to come in dream even it is out of reach,
Friends,she is none but my beloved the virgin Goan beach.
Today,the sun sets in her cradle with glory and pride,
I am helpless seeing evening as a golden cute bride.

– poem by Susanta Kumar Das , Participant of NTE -09

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