2019 August 22nd @ Bangalore
I was sitting on a train to paradise.
I exited with my luggage in the midst of midnight with wobbly legs,
I felt like an old soldier with battle fatigue who just came back home.
The end was near, I hauled a cab & into the resort I went.
I was led to a room & immediately bed I went.
So tired, I was asleep before the pillow touched my head.
I woke in the midafternoon, the air humid
but the golden beach present in blue waters, it was Earth’s beauty.
I was ever contended.
I felt like three years old playing in the waves.
Boy, those were the glorious days.
But the place was Earth’s heaven.
I wish could stay there forever
The land of my happy memories.
But this place is none other than our own Goa.
comments powered by DisqusAarush penned this poem in August 2019, remembering a vacation in Goa we had in September 2017. It got published in his school’s newsletter.
