Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Breakfast In Malaysian Stalls - Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Listening to the radio DJs,
Driving through the traffic
This match is quite all right,
When these guys poke fun,
At one another and with public,
The sun is just awake,
Chasing the darkened thoughts,
Bright yellow spike, so soft,
The arrival of another morning,
As the windows start to open,
To allow the fresh air in,
The smell of freshly brewed coffee,
Fragrant coconut rice with fried anchovies,
Sliced cucumber, sambal and egg,
That is served under the cool trees.
The early birds drive to these haunt,
To have their breakfast,
Under the pleasant sun,
The breeze move around them,
To bring the heaven to earth,
Young and old, rich and poor,
Everyone wants to sit in the open air,
To have their breakfast and dinner,
On this land, where my mother was born,

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Sambal is a sort of chilli paste cooked with onion, garlic, ginger and tamarind.

Comments about Breakfast In Malaysian Stalls by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

  • Rajnish Manga (9/1/2016 12:05:00 PM)

    Lovely poem on one of the most uncommon topics. What a unique way to have breakfast in open air and under the tree. It reminds me of 'roadside dhabaa (eateries) at Murthal (Haryana) ' which cater to the taste buds of motorists passing through that Highway. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 9, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 9, 2012

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