Oh Goa, you beauty!

Oh Goa, you beauty!

You are not a city,

You are not just a state,

You are a state of Mind!


How you welcomed us with your lush greens,

And cascades of cleansing showers.

You embraced us in your glorious beauty,

And made us a home miles away from home.


You entranced with your secret delights!

The night flea markets,

The dinghy all-night food stalls,

The soft white melting sands,

The intimate backwaters,

The rolling mountain passes,

The magical hidden lakes,

The amber mines and ebony caves,

The milky froth of waterfalls,

The never-dying lamp,

The haunted dead-ends,

The concealed passages of forts,

The lazy floating islands,

The simplicity of your people.


You taught me the true spirit of Chrismas,

Of the worth of giving, sharing and cherishing,

Of the joysof caroling and crib hunting,

Of gobbling X’mas lunches at old wine farms,

Of dancing in the streets during the carnival days…


There is so much more than meets the eyes,

So much beyond the rave parties and beaches,

A feeling of pity comes for those drunk tourists,

Who love you only for the easy booty and alcohol.


You have been a second mother,

Blessed and nurtured within me a new life,

Impatient now you are to hold me again,

I won’t keep you waiting.

I am coming.

Goa is the tourist state of India where I also spent two years doing my Masters. This is an expression of the love and belonging I feel with her. It is a coincidence that Gabriella at dVerse should ask us to write poems on our beloved city when just the other day I wrote this post, expressing my confusion of where do I finally belong. So this was kind of perfect! 🙂



47 thoughts on “Oh Goa, you beauty!

  1. I really can feel the strong love and appreciation you have for Goa. Enjoyed the details you shared in the third stanza….which really gave us a wonderful picture. But, alas, you also showed the reader that the city has its underside..as all cities do…with the drunk tourists, etc. Strong ending –second mother – nice!


  2. I once had a colleague whose mother was from Goa and who had lived there. She only had fond memories too. Thank you for sharing its beauties with us, Prajakta! I like how you ended your poem.


  3. What a wonderful travelogue this prompt has stimulated; lovely poem, & imaginative take on the dVerse challenge. Too often we only drop into a place, city or provence or state or country, & we never strive to visit the places beyond the facade of the tourist mecca; prefer not to see the squalor, poverty, or crime so rampant outside the compounds.


  4. Aww! you are one lucky girl to have done your masters there. I wish I had a chance like that. The fenny, the beaches, the beautiful place. I love Goa. It’s definitely one of the best places in India to be.


  5. you made me travel the whole of Goa again! people do have typical mentality that people go to goa for parties/drinks…but goa is a lot more! beautifully written!…. comments from a Goan lover coz i visit the heaven every year since 2008 🙂

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  6. Goa indeed is a such a lovely place and your words and the flow simply manifests it’s beauty and bounty of joy and fun of Goa…you are not a state but a state of mind, is a wonderful use of words and I loved it.

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  7. u couldn’t have expressed it better! Being a goan, I can feel the emotion coming out of you from every line 🙂 Prajakta, you’ve made every goan proud…reading this 🙂


      • I too am a loyal fan of Goa and am thrilled to read your tributes in praise of beautiful Goa. I always wonder why Goa is so special and do believe it could has a laid back feel, its music, its dance and of course the fun loving people of Goa.
        Thanks aplenty for the lovely poem.


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