JEEWAN RAMLUGUN
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On my jaunty journeying,
songs of the season
playing in my mind
passing Mare aux Vacoas
rippled, yet placid,
I would be turning
right, then plough on,
full of nature-induced euphoria
in the midst
of the indescribable beauty
of the wild, rustically remote
and romantic;
I would reach the expanse
of water all pure, gaze at it
in wonderment, all alone
but not troubled,
the passion and verve
for the enchantment
of a secluded spot
overriding all unease,
the elixir of delights
intoxicating enough
to instil dreamy ease.