Treasure Island

Ismim Putera

(20 September 1991 / Kuching, Sarawak)

Digital Children


Digital Children
by Ismim Putera

Those children do not know how to play
kaki tiga and kelentong
and do not recognise the holes on the congkak board
and bamboo frame of the wau bulan.

They only know how to move the mouse
And scroll down the web page,
Clicking the keyboard,
Installing video games.

Perhaps we should teach them,
To download the videos of children playing kaki tiga and keletong
in the 90's
And upload the pictures of the congkak board
and bamboo frame of wau bulan
into the internet
and share the link to the rest of the world
telling about the beauty of our lost childhood games.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 09, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, July 09, 2014

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