The sizzling bhajia stall
Which also sells maggi
White sand and foam
Jive to the bubbling rhythm
Sun-kissed waters and
The salty tang of
Winds caress
The palms standing
At a distance
Leaning towards
Each other and
Relaxing their backs
Recliners under the
Sun and zooming
Banana boat rides
Are like two
Different states of
The mind- reposed and
restless.
Fisherwomen chattering
Their hearts out in
A sweet dialect
of Marathi
I wonder if I’d ever
Find this conversation
As appealing had
It been in any other
Language
Some things are
Just meant to remain
The way they are
Just like this
Gorgeous little beach
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