In the roll of the waves and the caress of the breeze
I feel the soul of my city- its silver sand and blue seas.
From its minaret, shrine and steeple,
I hear the chants -the prayers of the people;
This is the voice , ancient and profound-
Of the soul of my city- I thrill to its sound!
I can smell on the beach – warm ozone scented air-
Raw mango and jasmine- the pavement vendor’s fare.
The breath of my city soothes my tired soul:
Heals me, refreshes me, makes me whole