Nice

Cranes squeak with laughter early morning in Nice-

hover around my balcony that overlooks the beach.

Shop-keepers clank open the shutters,

and coffee lingers longer in the air.

Come alive those small streets and lanes

as sunlight announces a long bright day.

Beige rocks on white pebbles shore-

along run long stretches of broad promenade.

Few miles down is Monte Carlo.

Sleek yachts sway to rocking parties.

Life here shifts to top gear,

and spurs you on with a new set of feet.

I bow, my sensors tuned for optimum reach

lest, I miss this subtle charm of Nice.

Switzerland

Red Swiss train spirals the country-side.

Looking out of the big window I see nature passing by.

Milk and wool graze on vast open fields.

Snow braces clouds over the deep green valleys.

Wooden cottages with their smoking chimneys.

Bed of lilies form a ring around them.

A river runs along the fields, rails, bridges.

Long stretched piers to sit and fish.

I feel I'm living in a post card-

painted and framed on God's canvas.

The locomotive hisses past the alpine trees,

through dark tunnels at a gentle speed.

In the big glass I reflect of amaze and wonder.

To this land of Swiss I surrender.