Kwai Chee Low Poems

Rain in cooling swathes of water
Drenches the grass a shining wet
Canopies of leaves dripping at every corner
A parade of umbrellas, their owners in a fret
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Miles of paddy fields catch the eye,
shimmering golden in the heat of the midday sun.
Farmers in straw hats with buffalo in tow,
crisp fresh air I have missed for so long.
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If trees can talk,
even a mindless rumble.
Everyone will gawk,
but they remain stiff and sombre.
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The hustle and bustle at the airport
Some rushing, frantically searching for passport
Mothers’s tearful goodbyes,
Trying their best not to cry
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He stood before the blistering forge,
where coals burned blazing red-hot,
like molten lava the ore from the gorge.
Long he had ferreted and sought.
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She smiled at him, a tired tender smile.
Knowing the end is near,
and suffering drawing to a close.
Yet unwilling to leave him,
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It's another starry night,
many more hours before first light.
Cool night air, swirling mist,
forming shadows at every twist.
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He stared at his surgeon robe.
White, hanging limp and lifeless,
as the little girl on the operation table.
He had fought for her life, but failed.
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The horizon, a defining line
of clear blue skies above
and golden paddy fields below.
Straw-hatted women, their skin
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