Aesthetic sense opens on the wavelets. Our motor-boat moves through ecstasy, leaving behind wake of sweet vibes. Unity in diversity that people lost still exists in the mangrove, an arm away. Flora’s green and sky’s saffron are charming, though tainted hues with fanaticism. Black oyster collectors with bamboo baskets, fishermen’s canoes with violet nylon nets, a girdle of coconut palms – all are beautiful portraits from life’s bottom. They don’t enjoy the vistas around, for beauty fades in familiarity. Reflection of a scene in the mind differs in leisure and labor. Our boat returns. Each sight seems a haiku from nature’s anthology. Voyage strands in mind’s sand. First printed in issue#15 of The Literary Hatchet by Pear Tree Press, US.