An Evening in Goa

They sell on the colourfull sea beach;

myriad things, from artefact to vestige.

Toys and LEDs that attract children;

plastic rifle, or serpentine balloon.

Attired in the most modest manner;

clothes they drape in, are plainly sober.

At times, chat with fellow sellers;

they are there, to earn for others.

Two square meals for all members;

the menfolk toil in hotels and resorts.

Travelling all the way from Jharkhand;

In search of a livelihood, they arrived. 

Selling cold-drinks and juices of all kind, 

'Kulfis' are the best for such hot n humid.

‘Sundaris’ reach the beach, by March;

Till September, with pushcarts, they march.

Visitors, on the beach, look for those carts;

To cool their bodies and perched throats. 

Cold water, drinks, fruits, and lime juice;

some 'dry ice' to preserve all these.

Lazy afternoons roll into sombre evenings;

beach buffs gather to spend their earnings.

The salty sea breeze and gushing waves;

all out there, are lost in crimson hues.