Submissions by Maldivian poets for our poetry segment
If there was a song about me
It’d be fifteen lines about a ruin.
Not one like what you see in a movie
Where two lovers reunite
Or where a traveller spends the night.
But a ruin, a real one
Born after a real destruction.
The one abandoned
Even by the wildflowers.
[Promised myself; no letter that starts with “dear mother”
will ever end with a sorry/an apology]
So as the dusty board in front
Of me warned you about me,
“The hundred regrets and the thousand sleepless nights”
Are all yours to take home.
- Lines by Lai
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