Grace Tan

Rookie (11/11/90 / Singapore)

Chant Of The Old Temple - Poem by Grace Tan

Hurried Greetings,
Now,
Saying goodbye.
Nothing Else
Left to say... Just
Open
Your eyes.


Wonder in search of a peasent, shaggled home.
In shambles he lives, yet poor gives him lone.
People in search for a question once formed;
Yet answer lies not in riches but in soul.

Dear traveller, braving danger, you travelled
real far. Yet journey ends in this temple, lone one.
Small temples that hides great secrets, it is.
Yet the hidden are not meant to be found, so it seems.

Curses, Charms, Black magic of old.
Keep thy hidden secrets untold.
Leave your body, never to return;
In company of fellow travellers
Seek, For the very same answer
For a whole new History.

But, alas, young one.
Mankind has not earned it yet.
A key to the past, with magic intact.
A mysterious place, ah yes, but grand.
But one in which, science does not have.


Wonder in search of a peasent, shaggled home.
In shambles he lives, yet poor gives him lone.
The haunting lines of a first starting song,
Let it haunt you, Night after dawn.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 24, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 5, 2011


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