Saturday, 13 April 2013

To the heart of my island


An ode to this busy city

My favourite in all of my country

Called as the Port of Louis

Seen as the haven of bliss

 

Merchants, shops, offices, quays

 Comes to mind the image of soldiers in khakis

A city sometimes brandishing celebrations

Some other times witness to great destructions

 

Joyful it is most of the times

Sorrowful at some other times

O city of my dreams, always so bountiful

Thou art the heart of this island, so beautiful!

 

Pray do gather yourself, get up, awake

Our people need your strength for our own sake!

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