A Craving Poem by john tiong chunghoo
A Craving
grandma died a few years back
yet this feeling of not letting go
- that epoch in my life that will not return
forever remembered
the warmth of grandma's smile, companion
warm hands and love
time, does it run in a linear fashion?
vividly i see us again in a house
somewhere in India, the first floor of a building
oh this craving of things that spawn endless karma!
well there we shall meet
she as another woman
and me another man
will she be glad again to
take me into her hands
through this rough and tumble world?
or will she just be a lady that curses
- having to come back merely to satiate a craving,
that rings endless karma bells
What a beautiful and different tribute to your grandma....I am sure she will be delighted that her little boy is back...Excellent work! ! Wishing you joy-in this life and next' Pia
wow. nice to think a fellow malaysian can write this well. n make it to the top 500. nice poem. reminds me of my grandpa.
This poem reminds me of my loving grandma who cared for me when I was a little kid, she was caring and supportive of me. Thanks for opening the memories. worth the 10.
Life is generous. It gives back generously everything given 'unto' her. Good piece.
simply astounding! ! It actually touched my heart.........keep it up! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 3:59:57 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Time just keeps moving and never retraces its steps backwards. So when we lose a loved one, we can only console ourselves by the thought that we might perhaps be reborn again to meet again. Yes, it is a nice poem!