A group of islands lie facing the Andaman Seas
Once upon a time they were busy like bees.
A curse confounded them to a secluded freeze.
On and off they were invaded by the Siamese.
The island was torn into pieces in a fleece.
Mahasuri was a beautiful girl of the land.
Looked exotic and exuberant amidst the local band.
Captured the heart of the Sultan of Kedah by her alluring brand.
Her looks kindled the jealousy of the Sultan’s wife’s in terrific grand.
Mahasuri fell to the sword emitting white blood on to the sand.
She was not adulteress as claimed by the Sultanate.
She was an innocent wife of an official in the Sultanate.
She was deliberately murdered out of hate.
Her cries reverberate in the forests even this late.
Her story is enacted in her tomb everyday with a rate.
Releasing a significant fear and tears within the gate.
As the legend narrates a tragedy in full volume.
The ninety-nine islands rise up to the eagle’s boom.
The white sea-shore glistens in the sunny doom.
The mangrove forests throw a greenish bloom.
The lush waterfalls fall down in a spectacular zoom
The pregnant lake flows with a temporary hush.
Silently blessing the childless woman with a fertility blush.
Kuah ,the main island ,is a symbol of flush.
The white, brown, black, yellow, tourists move in a rush.
Intending to take with them nature’s bounty in an articulate fuss.
It is the jewel of Kedah with a delicate charm.
It presents a rejuvenating citadel in a lukewarm.
Its extensive seashore zigzags without a conform.
Well,it is an experience beyond an explainable norm