The Haze Problem In Kl, Malaysia Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

When the light flowers bloom early morning,
The eyes are tickled to cover with the lids,
The shadows are scared seeing of the angels,
In the fluffy petals of the light flowers.

Those start to bloom, evaporation of the mist,
From the oceanic thought to touch those with love,
The sudden fragrance of the nation and the people,
Unique to the region, where one tries to flux with the wipers,
To let the flowers to get into the dash board to the interior,

Where the hearts are clouded with the smell of haze,
That has traveled thousands miles from Indonesian jungles,
The land has to be cleared in the fastest old fashion style,
Thousands of hectares of cultivating land on fire,

Spewing the smoke to the atmosphere,
Year after year around this period,
The people live in the north get their throat,
Choked with dust and burning debris of poor people,
Who have any other mean to prepare their land.

Singapore was cleared of haze and we, KL people,
Cough and sneeze to enrich the cash register,
Of the private and princely clinics and hospitals,
We are covered with the clouds of haze.

The light flowers can’t enter through the barrier,
We may suffer a few more days in daze and confusion,
The light flowers from the tropical forests,
Again snatched from the rightful owners…