Petaling Street Chinatown

Chinatown, such a kaleidoscope of rich colors and ear-splitting sounds
Amid shouts of ‘Cheap, cheap, murah, murah! ‘ abound

A human wave of heat hits you
As you push through the barrier of flesh
And avoid colliding with all manners of clothes and handbags
Hanging at head level without price tags

Confused by the myriad colors and endless wares
Pushed from the front and pressed at the sides
Tourists here and backpackers there and everywhere

You reciprocate and join in with glee
Stopping at last to strike a good deal
And end up loaded with ‘Nike’ shoes and ‘Gucci’ bags
Satisfied with nary a care for authenticity

You push against the last of the crowd
Finally out into the cool fresh night
It is a moonlit Chinatown night, a beautiful sight!

Poet’s Note –
Almost every country has its Chinatown. In Malaysia’s city of Kuala Lumpur, the Chinatown is located at a street called Petaling Street which is closed to traffic so that traders can peddle their wares. It is very busy at night and a favourite among tourists.

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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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