Poem, 3 October 2018. I wake up and honour the rising sun,The fields, the rivers and the bountiful ground.I have a bath and comb out my long black hair,Wear my batik kain and white lace kebaya.With the sash knotted firmly around my waist, I am ready to begin a new day. I set out my…
Month: November 2018
Who am I?
Poem, 3 October 2018. On a given dayI eat croissants for breakfastSticky rice for lunchAnd dosais for dinner. Who am I? I eat pasta with cutleryI eat rice with my handsI eat sushi with chopsticksAnd slurp my soup directly from my bowl.Who am I? I dream in EnglishMy endearments are in TamilI curse in GermanAnd I chitchat in Indonesian.Who am…