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)
Semi-sweet and a little nutty. Introverted, socially awkward, but still easy-going and loves penning short legacies in poetry. Big on all things red, and passionate about music. Down-to-earth and enjoys short walks in mother nature's embrace. Smile people, today's going to be a great day. Try stuff you've never tried, go places, venture abroad and live a life you will remember.
Unthinkable. Lithograph of a malaise. I cannot talk. Will you abandon the thought and care about the drowning dawn? The bandaged ego of the book threatens the reader. Come and solve the puzzle of poetry. Everything was quiet except the
Within the imagination I am content to live This is my stay I see how plenty, how ever-expanding it is The ‘All’ a rich array Of ever-rotating colors with which to paint And never fade away This is my stay
I mawkishly effeminate sentiment, memories plucked from wood and field merged in a sentiment of unutterable sadness and compassion microscopic minuteness of eye, misgivings of grave kinds mockery crept into your tone, molded by the austere hand of adversity moments