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Melor Putih
Singapore
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 Posted - 16 Nov 2004 : 17:42:10
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SONGS DIE HARD
That my husband should sit at the head of our table
Or that he should sing supplications to God
In the right ear of my newborn son
Is a title accepted without election
That you should question these things
Reveals your foreign tongue
To us, the inflections of your speech sound funny too
And harmless words sound rude
Our cadences are our own
Modernity is insular if it does not understand
To live without tradition
Is an ignorant existence
Plain as a bride's hands without henna
Naked as a woman without her veil
No better than a choked pipe through which
History may not run
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Poetry Challenge #2
