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