Azure was the sky, water was blue,
Haze was blue as the sun glowed.
Bluish everywhere like the peacock feather,
As if Lord Shiva bathes in your bosom.
As the boat tore your bosom,
Birds flew over anon.
Saw you looking gorgeous and graceful,
Full of ripples, lovely and beautiful.
Yonder seen mountains here and there.
Again they were blue and bare.
Wanna row on you for hours, lithe and romantic you are.
Splash and slosh on you, forget myself inside your copse bare.
Wait lovely, coming next so soon,
To have a stroll in the island of Honeymoon.
Waiting for boat at lake Chilika.
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