Vote for a change not for the note in Goa
On a milky night on silver sands laid white lilies Its fragrance drew bees in thousands The strong was too addictive The odour gave fresh leash to many and a new twist to life Bees flocked to the silver sands in search of bliss Bees blown away by currents and sea waves to land in a alien land The bees, lilies, fragrance had not meaning for Pedro, the fisherman The sea was his world On the edge of the beach sat the fisherman's son pounding the sand The night and days were a turbulent lot cause he was to vote for the first time The fisherman engrossed in deep though of what the future hold him in golden Goa