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I looked down,
At the ocean,
At the runaway,
From high up in a Boeing jet,
That swayed right and left,
As it began it’s descend,
For a landing in Male;
A long strip of narrow runaway,
Visible down below as an Island,
So attractive and lighted,
That of a world,
Of a fairyland,
Never before imagined;
Ships that looked so tiny,
Seemed to crawl along,
Leaving lines of foamy spray behind,
A splendid show indeed,
Islands gleamed,
And sparkled,
Like pearls in bright colours,
Of green, blue and indigo;
Nature had no better place,
To bestow on seekers of pleasure,
Adventurers’ desire,
To be abandoned,
In a coral reef,
To be lost to the world,
To explore the grim reality,
Of a Robinson Crusoe tale;
I had gone deeper,
A step further,
When I joined,
The life the natives led,
And learnt,
What it was,
To live in a paradise.
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