Kwai Chee Low Biography

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Rain in cooling swathes of water
Drenches the grass a shining wet
Canopies of leaves dripping at every corner
A parade of umbrellas, their owners in a fret
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Miles of paddy fields catch the eye,
shimmering golden in the heat of the midday sun.
Farmers in straw hats with buffalo in tow,
crisp fresh air I have missed for so long.
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If trees can talk,
even a mindless rumble.
Everyone will gawk,
but they remain stiff and sombre.
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The hustle and bustle at the airport
Some rushing, frantically searching for passport
Mothers’s tearful goodbyes,
Trying their best not to cry
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