Goa

Golden sands,
Smooth to touch;
Walking barefeet,
With clasped hands.
Footprints scattered,
In watery marks.
Yellow sands,
Glinting in the golden hue.
Blue skies that smile down
On the shaded eyes.
Carefree laughter,
And the idle minds.
Beer Days
And Rum Nights,
The hookah smoke
Swirled high-
Fines paid
And laws escaped.
Wild days,
Wet nights.
7 friends,
On a dream run.
In a dream land-
For which,
They had lived through
So many days-
Counting and Waiting.
And finally realized.
Golden hopes
Of  Golden sands.
That was Goa,
For us all.