Beach ladies

The bodies lay out on the Goan sand
Fleshy and unclad,
Blushing with health
Fed on life’s luxuriant proprieties…

The beach perfect shapes
The bikinis cut to perfection
The suntan oil primed to colour
them in a becoming olive tan!

She came along, her Saree torn
In places she tries to hide her curves,
Her complexion heightened to a dark
strain under a merciless sun

Her rough dusky hands applied
Coconut oil on the ladies’ creamy swells
The contrast stark.. the beach ladies
The surf swept over them

The breeze rifled through their hair
Shakur smiled at me, no complaints
Registered with the beach police
Who callously evicted them

These tourist months fed a family of six at Aurangabad;
The rugged man at the shack stood possessive; waiting for her to finish..
She twinkled back,
Someone’s up there , to be sure!