Versova

Hark !

The breakers break on the shores

The breeze wheezes on the palms

The hovering cry of sea-gulls

The dreamy smell of marshes

That is my sweet abode -

Versova.

The birds twitter and usher in the dawns

The magpies call from the ledges

The crabs crawl on the sunny sands

The corals decorate the embankments

The bivalves and conchlets plough the grit

The crow pecks in a lunch of dry fish

The sunset display of orange to scarlet

The figures of fishermen silhouetted at dusk

Leaning over their day’s haul

That is my sweet abode –

Versova.

The stars that twinkle and blink

The lamps that dip and blip in the sea

The distant drone of planes and

The soft lull of waves, I am home

                                                                      Versova.          

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Versova is one of the good places I happened to live in Bombay, near to the sea and inhabited by fisher-folk. The common sights and experiences of the place bring home much nostalgia.  Later I find out to my dismay, that the place has become overcrowded like any other Mumbai suburb