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Surfer's poem: Singapore Unseen

There is a land miles away, where I am supposed to visit this May, the name of the country is Singapore... writes Arani Chaudhuri.

india Updated: May 23, 2006 12:59 IST

To Dada who inspired me to write this
There is a land miles away,
Where I am supposed to visit this May,
The name of the country is Singapore,
Where I have heard money flows more and more
There are many ports
And of coarse beautiful roads,
The geographical location is far east,
Where the people have stayed in peace,
Since the world war in 1945
And the buildings have emerged like beehive,
The skyline has reached the horizon,
And rising on and on

The trip will fly on May 26,
Right through the clouds which will sway
By the vibration of the plane,
And their desire of meeting will go in vain
The plane will land right in the morning,
When the locals will be yawning,
I will rush to the hotel in haste,
Not to forget my brush and paste,
Then I will sleep which will be due,
And get up to see a lovely hue,
Then the trip will kick-start,
And I will leave the rest of the world apart

The first place would be Night Safari,
After which I will be quite weary,
I am thrilled to see the king of the jungle,
Who I think will be very humble,
Then at the night when I sleep,
I will get a little weep,
For my friends and family,
Whom I will miss badly,
And the beautiful sky and meadows,
And the lovely hollows,
Then I will think of the lovely skyline,
And will be offline

The next day, I am supposed to visit the city,
What a pity!

People should witness this at least once,
And tell the tale to their dear ones,
I will visit the restaurants and the malls,
And the lovely large halls,
I will shop around,
Buy anything in my bound,
For everyone I like and know,
Who will be happy to see the things when I will show,
At the end of the day I will call,
Walking wall to wall,

First Published: May 23, 2006 12:59 IST