The Goan Vales And The Stylish Sails Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

The verdant Goan vales
were gleaming in the Sun
and water from the Silver Falls
plunged down with glee
and captured the eyes of the young
who were in the train swirling around the hills.
The monsoon rains were off
and the shrubs and trees had burst into bloom.
When the train was passing through the tunnels,
the shouts and whistles of the students
made the viaducts here and there vibrate.
Our minds swooped down over the vales deep
to catch the sylvan scenes

Women vied with men in taking victuals
and danced on the moving ship
till they reeled and fell from a hypnotic state.
We were taken hostages
by the pleasant vibes of Goa.
We had a swell time in the swelling sails
enjoying the dance of the people
of multi colours and ethnic groups
swilling the sweet wine.
The kids moved their hands and legs
and the oldies shook and smiled
and made the party go with a swing.
The burbling lovers enjoyed undisturbed
and burgled the mirth inherent everywhere.
Flashing strobe light made the night a wonder
and swept over the watery expanse.

Tiny isles swim in the sea
and the Vasco Express shimmies
on the lap of splendid Nature.