The green of the coconuts has upper hand
Over the shimmer of the boats and stillness.
Houses are nature in their red tiled stature
As are the lagoon’s boats which are houses
Devoid of the vulgar city crowds who come
To burp on oiled foods and play film music.
Modesty prevents houses from showing up
Above unending horizon of green coconuts
Their shadows merge into their brown walls
The corrugated tiled roofs have rain in them
Gathered painstakingly ,in every monsoon
Their patches become first green, then gray.