My Sombre Salute

My Sombre Salute elegy

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The flags tremble in the cold wind at half mast
Standing sombrely at the edge of the central plaza
Printed against deep, heavy grey skies
The whole nation heaves a long, devastated sigh
Today, we have lost our Father
The benevolent figure that always encouraged us to soar higher
Someone who built the roofs over our heads
Him who ensured every one of us was thoroughly fed
The face that lights up the sea of red in the National Day Parade
The smile twinkling with charisma that would never fade
Close at heart, distant away
He sets out on a new chapter on that fateful day
People come and people leave
What’s eternal are the legacies that they weave
50 years back, he wept for the nation
50 years later, the nation cries for him
The dim street lights
The confused haze in the evening
Everything is out of order without him along.
Yes, he’s gone
But he lives on
In the Singaporean spirit.

Poet’s Note:
In remembrance of Minister Mentor Sir Lee Kuan Yew (1923-2015)

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Saurin Desai

Thank you… And may he always be in peace and in the memories of all those to whom he made a difference…

Lawrence Chew

Hi all,

You may like to read too my tribute poem to Mr Lee Kuan Yew on High on Poems. Here it is (with minor changes):

A Tribute to and in Memory of Mr. Lee Kuan Yew
1923 – 2015
First Prime Minister of the Republic of Singapore
1965 – 1990

I will not weep for you,
Foster Father Lee Kuan Yew!
For all fathers must
Go to sons, daughters and dust
But grieve I will
That a million and one of me can’t fill
Tip of top to tip of toes –
Head, heart, gauntlets and shoes
Of one YOU,
My Foster Father Lee Kuan Yew!

Lawrence Chew
26 March 2015

For comments on its use of zeugmas, please see the original poem on High on Poems.


Another brilliant tribute to a great man.


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