john tiong chunghoo Poems

transparent, white
but the lines distinct
the little crustacean
the little prawn
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when integration becomes
another nation's task
my assamese friend talks
with my tamil nadu friend
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when one dies, the forces
that have lifted him up
return to their original state
water of a piece of melted ice
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East and West Berlin
all the stones taken down
for a country to unite
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at this unesco city Malaccca
you can dine
with ghosts
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phuket tsunami
a battered buddha
sits by the beach
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the one metre fence
the horse has jumped
over it
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wound of last war
lacerates
in shanghai, beijing...
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lightning lights up sky
a genious mind lightens up
the whole world
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</>Malacca River
dazzling the history
of the old city
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