Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Ode to sussegado. Ode to Goa.

cold sea shore
warmth of the rum in the glass
splashing waves, on the cold shore
can't see nothing,
it don't matter anyway

colours of a thousand odd hues, shades
a concoction of Konkani and English 
of the foreigner's type, too, you see 
cloth, ivory and tacky logos - 
elephant beaches in Goa, they say?

sand in the shoes,
that's a song, she tells me
palm trees, or coconuts?
sunrise over the hills and sets in the sea

candle-lit tables scattered
on the cold sandy beach
we drink to good times...and bad;
nope, there can't be any of those

this is Goa,
sun, sussegado and joyful company 
good times a-plenty, abundant
and yes, patraos, the rum, it helps too 


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