Submissions by Maldivian poets for our poetry segment
I’m going on a war
Against my self,
In my hand is a sword
From all the glasses I broke.
A slightly tainted heart
With ribs giving way for a spear to land.
I carry no hope,
No shield
[Had I returned to you (again) forgive me/
Had I not, bury your forgiveness with me].
- Lines by Lai
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