The real master
a part of me
i could name you
all their functions
a part of me
i could not fathom
the master
behind them all
the same master
works the lotus
each morn
petal by petal
little by little
till it dances
like a pretty lass
the water
when it drips its last
from the world
i too would follow suit
when the master
thinks it time for
all the blooms
to call it a day
and say goodbye
i too would follow suit
the plants, water, light
and me are one
as blood is to this physique
me bound to the world
tight as steel
though free to roam
mother and child
when the conscious part,
the physique go
i join the trees, water, and the master
to work his world
late grandma
see she is now a row of seeds
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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