The lush green slopes,
...intoxicating visual of the tea estates,
A far away waterfall,
...accompanied by the Sun that sets.
The starry night sky,
...with erratic cloud covers,
The tea shrubs in middle of hide and seek.
...and a silence that hovers.
Down at the sea level,
...the houseboats oscillate,
Just adjacent, are the fishing nets that make all sorts of sudden noise,
...may be finally, the fish ate its bait.
Here the Sun rises from the backwaters,
...then set in the sea, splashing an amazing aura, to say the least.
And then the moon came with its full might,
...coating a silver canopy over the Venice of the east.
All the colors of rainbow is seen across the shelves,
..makes one to delve into them, suffering from a restless a shin..
The aroma of all the spices calling your name,
....open all the pores to inhale them in.
...the houseboats oscillate,
Just adjacent, are the fishing nets that make all sorts of sudden noise,
...may be finally, the fish ate its bait.
Here the Sun rises from the backwaters,
...then set in the sea, splashing an amazing aura, to say the least.
And then the moon came with its full might,
...coating a silver canopy over the Venice of the east.
All the colors of rainbow is seen across the shelves,
..makes one to delve into them, suffering from a restless a shin..
The aroma of all the spices calling your name,
....open all the pores to inhale them in.

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