Bukit Panjang

By and | 31 October 2020

a first memory
running from head to toe:

as the sun loses grace,
cheeky children return to their homes late
with a wipe of their brows and wind
playing in their ears.

in the garden alone,
a young pair of lovebirds
blush in shame.

the sigh of time draws close. in the early
hours of morning, youths arrive
in shifts. one by one,
a farm collapses, an anxious
field hears the thunder
of progress.

hills of trees are shaved free;
sweat off the backs of teenagers
becoming men. one by one,
we lose a thousand dreams
marching towards maturity.

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