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
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.
It’s so refreshing to see a stretching lush lush green field, Cool summer breeze blowing leisurely, Flora and fauna blending together merrily, Fields filled with thousands of glittering flowers, Which have been washed by the previous night’s showers. Along with
In those moments you succumb to the windless state, before mills dormant arms When you shed colored skies and scented breeze, letters detach from their horizontal stance. This familiar place of utter embraced distance, this far edge of nameless field.