At The Port- By Dibyasree Nandy

A golden port, a greenish coast;

The grandeur of the majestic ship… something to boast;

The mast at dawning eve, tall and stark;

They soar back to their nests; crying; a gull, a jay, a lark.

Not a cloud now, the heavens painted indigo;

The lingering sighs of the vessel returning from the archipelago;

In the harbour quiet, soft as the wind;

Can you hear the murmurs?... Fatigue and weariness rescind.

A soul not in sight;

People have retired to the eateries for the night;

The streets were wet, mustard shadows;

Touch the planks and bask in the wondrous tales of traipsed lands, glades, and meadows.