By Mahdhir Amat
Like a summer morning, on a winter field
The hills, shimmering
Carefully layered with snow
Poplar trees and wooden cottages, stand proud
Emerging strong from the ground
The ice-cold breeze, piercing, but
Complemented well with the sun rays
And with the sleds,
Our boyish instincts, rightfully teased
And so with loud cheers, we celebrated bliss
She had near-still waters
And grassy hills not too far away
The noise, only the paddle challenging the water
And so with warm smiles, we pondered deeply
Refreshing and invigorating.
From where we stood, laid a beautiful bed of tulips
A myriad of colours, laid side by side
She was heaven on earth
Only with muddy grounds, ice cold winds and a rather heavy drizzle
And so with shivering bodies, we ventured further
A mad rush, chasing a departing train
Challenged by a tuktuk conman
But we emerged champions
Unwinding in substandard, overused cabins
But it was just enough
And so with exhausted limbs, we laid back, recuperating
Photos by Saiful Irfan.
The complete poem is published in our second zine, New Beginnings.
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