Submissions by Maldivian poets for our poetry segment
Cuts, burns and bruises
Ocean splashes, disguises tears
Midnight yawns, watch them appear
A thousand faces, a thousand ears.
The earth wailed and fire lilies burned up surprised,
Fire crackles with wind, blood boils
We’d line up along the wires
[Maybe the boards we hold
doesn’t scream loud enough].
With our mouths stitched
We’d try,
The world and its allies;
- the bad
- and the bad hiding behind the good
(be afraid)
- Lines by Lai
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