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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