GoA

Goa is my home land,
Of unvirgin beaches and adulterated sand,
Food fun and frolic is in the air,
In deep trouble and dust the goans stand.

Tourism is the theme of the state,
Late night parties and alcohol brigade,
Charming night life everyone get laid,
Crimes and mishaps find an easy shade.

Mining is the economy backbone,
Sell the earth make the Eco moan,
Money gushing in for the tyrants,
No matter what hazards citizens are prone.

Most celebrated is the government,
Members swap parties every moment,
Watching and enjoying the Goan fiasco,
Shackiling the trust and confidence while people do nothing than lament.