Thought heralded a boatful of laughter br Checkered, courageous, fishermanly br In spray-powdered, sprinkle-diffused br Froth seething with salt and blue br As though the sea horizon heaved br In musically multi-colored sound br Steeped in dead-dry- fish smell. br A boy walked away from the sea-sun br And idly prancing about crows. br Vasco Da Gama’s stone tablet stood br In history’s powdered rock and sand br And broken -colored boat masts. br At the corner glistened wet sand br In tree shadows falling in sea br Their dark hair hiding red agenda. br These white buildings sat idly br In history’s tiled canopies witnessing br Communism’s capitalist fortunes. br The French windows hid much beauty br In the shadows of mosquito nets br While hot pepper creepers snaked br All the way up the statuesque teaks. br In the slush coconuts proudly stood br Spreading dark hair in the night. br Here, rain happened quickly br Rocking moist coconut fronds br Hiding still, hairless sea-eagles.