Those rainy days
To each other we gaze
And that old rusty scooty
Where we used to keep our booty
And those narrow broken roads
Our trips between beach and our abodes
Beautiful moments of worth dollar million
And we swap being rider and a pillion
Sometimes driving fast and sometime so slow
Singing like cuckoo, sometimes shouting like crow
And all the time we had each other's holding
And many a times used to get your scolding
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| Where else but Goa |
Your getting plum and peach
On exploring every new beach
Where are those beautiful days
With time one surely pays
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| Goan Monsoon |
