Lady’s got the backwater blues

Her personal paradise awaits her
her Quilon of glorious dawns
yet she chooses to linger
and bear the loneliness it spawns

she misses the smell of seaweed and salt
and the grains of sand in her shoes
she longs to reopen her memory vault
the lady’s got the backwater blues

she's charmed us with her poise and grace
and disarmed us with her smile, so kind
blessed are those who’s love she's embraced
a better friend you'd never find

she's surrounded by poets and pirates
who've tried to board her cruise
but she's warded off all their threats
the lady’s got the backwater blues

she’s trapped in this city by the bay
but she's got the key to her cage
when its time, she'll go on her way
it wont be long before she turns her page

once she's gone you'll miss her badly
when she was around you wonder how time flew
to get even a minute back, you'd give yourself gladly
the lady’s going ….. going …coz the lady’s got the backwater blues