My heart is on the streets of Petaling,
Stomped by the passers by,
Of women and teenagers,
And the never ending onlookers.
My soul is on the trodden steps,
Along the way up to Broga Hills,
and the two hundred and seventy two steps,
That roughly gripped my feet to the ground and caressed them with experiences.
My name has been carved,
On all six coaches of the train,
Whistling with glee as I move across the Borders,
I wish, I wish, I wish, upon more and more.
My finger prints remain on the display glasses in the museums,
Admiring the salvation of histories and the life before that moulded my ancestors,
Oh my Malacca, dearly missed and cherished you are,
Wait for me while I am still breathing.
Bustling city of Kuala Lumpur against the petite Bangi who welcomed me,
The gripping cold air of Nilai at 3 a.m. said hello as the moon smiled,
I said 'Hey' to the home I never knew,
This, is my wanderlust.
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