Malta I went

To a new world descent

Where beaches are sunny

and the people funny

Mingle across rugged lagoons

scatter across islets

swoons

Coastal blue of sand devours

overseen by watchful towers

Its buildings still textured with stone

yet in the day it sparkles, shone,

The land formerly of Orders,

of the Cross, its borders,

a sparkle in the Great Sea.

I’m lost for words,

’round my head girds,

How pleased I am to be here.

But as they say in Malta,

from now till I leave,

“Għandi pjaċir.”

Chehara Vitaran