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

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