On one side the mountains, emerald and high,
On the other, the ocean meets the blue of the sky.
The Marine Drive stretches like a ribbon of gray,
Chasing the sun at the end of the day.
The wind through the windows is salty and sweet,
As the hills and the surges in harmony meet.
Through Himchari's shadows and Inani's grace,
It's the world's most beautiful, long-winding trace.
Then further away, where the deep waters roar,
Lies the coral-rimmed beauty of a southern shore.
Saint Martin's arises, a gem in the sea,
Where the heart of the traveler is finally free.
The coconut groves and the white-sandy track,
With no reason to ever want to look back.
The water so clear that the corals can glow,
In the turquoise kingdoms that shimmer below.
The Chera Dwip silence, the stars overhead,
Where the secrets of oceans are quietly spread.
From the drive on the coast to the island's embrace,
It's the soul of Bengal in a sun-kissed place.