To Goa: With Love
Lovely, O, Queen Of Beaches
Beautiful Are Thy Reaches
Blossom Abound; Green Heaven
Swinging In Melodies Seven
Flashing In Innocent Smiles
Opens-Up Picturesque Files
Waiting In Thickly Groves; Lies
Unending Feast For Eyes
Tree-Laden Banks Of Rivers
Twinkle In Silvery Shivers
Slipping A Hill-Top Hovers
Flying Through Mercury Showers
Milky A Stream! Dives Singing
Shaking Hue; Rainbows Bringing
Thou Art A Soother, In Agony
In The Bitterness: Masked Honey
Waking, With Early Sun-Rise
Thou Art A Trekker’s Paradise
None Can Forget Thy Hospitality
Buttery Manners; Silky Novelty
I Shall Be Soothed, By Thy Memories
Ever For Solace, In Melancholies