Wandering on the beach,
He learn’d to augur from the clouds of heaven,
And from the changing colours of the sea,
And sullen murmurs of the hollow cliffs,
Or the dark porpoises, that near the shore
Gambol’d and sported on the level brine
Charlotte Turner Smith
Beaching under moonlit night was yet to look at
There was no beach, and I shedded tears for it
The giant shore of Leela beach got me bewitched
Its vastness failed to hear the ping, pining
Its pallid grey mien made alien to masses
The clouds like knotty thread roared in anger
A flight of seagulls in a procession met
The anglers netted the part of the sea
Their cautious drawing nets saw the cluster of sea birds
This bore the bidding of oceanic creatures aplenty
Stood face to face on the beach, taken aback!
The waves were unruly in nature, untamed by air
Tanned vision for the snow-white foreigners
Tolerable climes endeared the other, overseas
Ever spring balmy evening got us dozing
Its intoxication sieved through the zephyr, wild
Crews’ voice echoed the valley to a shrill outburst
Foams drifted apart, told of distant yearning, neighed!
Footprints on the beach rose to find its haze
Before the mighty main all hopes crumbled to gain
About This Poem
They say Leela Beach is one of the wonders in Goa, India. This has been the longest by far. As an NCC officer, I had been there to attend the All India Trek, naming “Ocean to Sky” in December 1999.
The setting sun on the Arabian sea is spectacular. Its maintenance of hygiene and sanitation was worth mentioning. The accessibility to this location was perilous, indeed. In between, there was an estuary, and then one gets this sprawling beach. Seagulls and other birds have been the beauty of this deep sea.