Offerings Poem by Wilson Khor W.H.

Offerings



I have turned my back years ago
on the smoke of joss-sticks
and the ashes of joss-papers

But in their place, I now write sheets:
verses my heartbeats inked
stories my breaths laboured

Papers that wouldn't burn
but burn with fiery passion
my ancestors would never dream

To receive from their descendant.

Sunday, July 12, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: ancestors,poetry,religion,tradition,worship
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Wilson Khor W.H.

Wilson Khor W.H.

Taiping, Perak, Malaysia
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