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Along a winding, long river
Meanders a stretch long road,
You travel to a place
Where you'll never be bored.
A place of hills and valleys
Where cashew greets the nose,
Mangoes found in abundance
And coconut trees seem to pose.
Goa on the western coast land
Of India in the east,
A land once ruled by Portugal
Believes in prayers and feast.
Cashew liquor called fenni
Kingfisher beer in bars,
Sea beaches and churches
With speeding bikes and cars.
Friday-- Mapusa market is lively
Vibrant bright and teeming,
With people from all over
Life's like you are dreaming.
Fish market is very tempting
With fish prawns and all
Display of diverse sea food--
Spices in the outer stall.
Hot springs and resorts
Landscaped well and pruned,
Music in the fragrant air
Of strings so well tuned.
The beat and the rhythm
Making people dance,
Cheers with tall glasses
While temple bells entrance.
Laughter in the neighborhood,
Fenni lingering in the air
Music fills the' vados'
'Mog' and 'fog' everywhere.
On feast days its just glamour
Colour sound and food,
Mouth watering dishes
Which you cannot just elude.
Sorpotel, prawn curry and xacuti
Dodol, perad and bibinc
Come to Goa: enjoy much more
Than what I can write and think.
Holiday in luscious Goa
With family, friend and kid,
There's something for every age
That you will find amid.
Trevor D'Souza
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