Oh, that calling of the Indian shore!
What a varied poem I long for some more
That savory juice of spice
Mixed with the invaluable rice
The smell still lingers
For which,
Whispers even my tasteless fingers
What a calling... I long for some more...
The ears concentrate on the sounds
For those vehicles on uneven grounds
And nothing is like that noisy traffic
Smoke & sound, carts & cars, graphic
What a calling... I long for some more...
That sight of the huge cattle herd
Perfumed by the Godly mud
I wonder, what a world,
Raven is the most useful bird
Kaa... Kaa... What a calling... I long for some more...
It's not about the shore
I need more and more
Of that smell of sambar pour
Its not just a calling, its a roar
What a calling... I long for some more...
What a calling... I long for some more...
