Perched on a high secluded cliff,
Of a quiet cliff in Vasco;
Totally in awe of this sheltered bay,
Its white sanded arc, and the gleaming sea.

Straining your eyes, you watch the wide expanse ..
Vanishing over the horizon;
It is so calm and peaceful here,
Away from the cacophony of daily life;
It's the best way it could be,
For you to feel the power of Mother Nature.

To peep from between the tropical palms,
Gently and gracefully swaying their arms;
To acknowledge and welcome the drizzle,
And to watch the tiny drops sizzle.

After the scorching heat of the afternoon sun,
The cloudy evening is a lot more fun;
The heated sand beneath your feet,
Now damp and moist, smells salty sweet.

It changes colours from light to dark,
Like the sky and the sea, setting a distinctive mark;
Of being individual features of one unparalleled whole,
A part of nature-its unfathomable mysteries unfold;
Leaving imprints of their footprints in the sand,
Their identities, in this way they plant.
These imprints are washed away by the restless waves,
As upon these footprints, they pound and dance;

Obliterating every evidence you leave;
Also millions flock here-Its no big deal.

Wouldn't you like to carve your presence too?
Wouldn't you like to leave a song on the surf rimmed
waves?
Will they sing your song again and again?
Or would you like to leave some junk behind?
Or some empty beer cans thrown recklessly into the sea;
Where factories discharge their poisonous effluents too!
Is it possible to maintain this paradise green?

No! It will be as it has been with others before,
Your voice too, will be lost in the uproar;
There would be no paradise left to fight for,
And we would just be like the grains of sand...
Washed upon the polluted shore.