Geneva Lakeside Poem by Ananta Madhavan
Geneva Lakeside
A clench of hotels on the quay
Acquire the lake. I walk beneath
The seemly trees in colonnade,
Compacting warmth against the 'bise'.
The parks are spread about the town
Like green cheese, sparingly. Rousseau,
Were he alive would now propound
In committees of ILO
The rights of noble savages
For social service benefits.
How apt the city's symbol is:
The hundred meter water jet.
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4/26/2024 3:08:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Switzerland is a beautiful country, I long to visit someday if God wills! Each travel is a pleasurable and learning experience! Geneva must be a beautiful place too and a stay in the hotels on the quay must be an exhilarating experience with the water view! The parks 'spread about like green cheese' must be a feast to the eye! The headquarters of UNO must be echoing the rights of the oppressed! The water jet rising to the skies must be a real tourist attraction! Enjoyed this slice of a travelogue!