À l’heure du tout à l’image et du buzz sans suite, «l’express» souhaite faire découvrir la plume de poètes, de chanteurs, d’écrivains et de tous ceux qui jettent leur âme sur le papier, et mettent en mots des réflexions, même sur de simples plaisirs.

When the moon lights up,

She appears under the dim of the winking light pole.

There, in the cold breeze of the unclean slab,

Waiting to give warmth to half-lovers.

This is where she has shored.

Growing quite unlike the raging waves on the beach.

Sometimes she hides half of her face.

Few see the craters on her.

Few see the clouds covering her eyes,

And when her makeup drips, she says, “It is the rain.”

She stands still like a dog shivering in the cold.

She dances with her shadow and

Keeps her regrets in her yellow purse.

She opens many doors,

But none to a palace,

And they all leave her back under the winking light pole,

Taking bits and pieces of her, like rats nibbling a cookie.

If the moon could tale her tales,

The sun would never go to sleep.

Bio:

Javisth Bhugoabun

He fell in love with poetry when his teacher first showed him the beauty of words. At 20 years old, this BA English student at the University of Mauritius has already published several times in various poetry magazines and is the author of “Rusty Words”. He lives in Quatre-Bornes where he spent his adolescence submerged in poetry.