Three Months
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john tiong chunghoo
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it takes the padi
three months
to write its
poem of love
it has all the
muses to help it
in its novel aim
the birds sing
their lullabies
the wind carresses
each leaf with
the greatest of care
while the sky pours down
its spring and
great blessings
a verse sprouts
each day gleaned
by the sun
and shared
by the moon
till it bows and bows
to all who have
helped it bloom
as the malay proverb
goes the stalk with
the most rice
bows lowest
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