I belong
to a communityof only a few.
With only a few
mirrors to bounce off
the colours, tastes, smells,
of my childhood
my home
my history.
As only a few
have created windows
through which I can peer
to see faces, tears,
smiles and scars
of my childhood
my home
my history.
I long for my community
to declare its small strong voice,
adjust, adapt, acclimatise
but never forget,
erase.
...............................
I belong
to a nation
of many,
diversely.
With many a mixture
of sireh and dhalcha
chap fan and laksa
that mixes and blends,
concocts its own recipe
stirs up its own steaming brew.
I belong
to a nation
where many,
diversely,
have forgotten that mixtures,
of sireh and dhalcha
chap fan and laksa
are boring, bland, pallid,
if not for the mixture
that savours the flavour
of many,
made up of a few.
(c) Charlene Rajendran 1999