In the fading shades of Goa, my cutie lives,
A cornucopia of memories, he daily weaves
Unaware of the unexpected sojourn
Unmindful of the unruly moments in the pattern
All set to travel anytime
Kunjapp in the sweet memoirs of Goan time
The tiny one in the infant to toddler stage
Is unfurling a novel life’s page
Withering are the gone days
Blooming are the new ways
It is time to bid adieu
From the accustomed earth to something new
The Portuguese city of beaches and sea waves
Shacks and snacks, he often craves
Will those days remain in his memory?
My darling infant, I really worry
It is going to be tomorrow’s history
For me, it is his treasured newborn story.
To read my full poem, please check the Vibes Literary Website. Thanks a lot for publishing this ( yet another delayed post)
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