john tiong chunghoo
Tanka: Deferred Dream - Poem by john tiong chunghoo
keep on deferring
her own dream
to help others
realise their dreams
in the distance she sees a light
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore-
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over-
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
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