Paddy Fields

Paddy Fields short poem

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Paddy fields as far as the eyes can see
Stretches of green touching the horizon
Farmers in straw hats busy as bees
And buffaloes, such loyal workers at every turn

Cycling into the breeze, along a well-worn path
Greeting ‘How are you, sudah makan kah? ‘ evoking many a laugh
As kampong folks stared blankly, then chuckled
At my attempt at English and the native language unfurled

Soon I stopped at my favourite coffee shop of yesteryears
Tasting again my nasi lemak and kopi-o
My feet tapping in tune to songs of yore
Fond memories that brought back smiles and tears

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From young, I have a love for the English Language and have been a voracious reader of novels, getting my fill from the British Council and later at the U.S.I.S. Clearly the writing style of UK and American authors is different.It is only about three years ago that I ventured into the world of poetry, and starting to pen my own poems. I find it gratifying and fulfilling to have an opportunity to put my thoughts, feelings and emotions into poems and haiku.
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This poem sure brought a big smile on my face:)

Viswas Menon

so nice ….fond memories are indeed wonderful… have brought that feeling out nicely…all the best


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