Dhapa

Here is a poem i found online written by one of the talented youngster in tangra . Nice job !!

TANGRA

I STAND AND STARE AT MY DESERTED TOWN
CHILDHOOD MEMORIES FLASH BY TO HOLD ME ON.
THE RUMBLING MACHINES HAVE NOW DIED DOWN…
ITS LIKE A WESTERN GHOST TOWN NOW,
GONE ARE THE DAYS WHEN CHILDREN RUN..
ALL THAT MATTERS NOW IS THE SETTING SUN.
THE OLD SCHOOL IS AT THE TRESHOLD OF CLOSING
IT’S NOW LIKE AN OLD MODEL POSING!!
THE CHIMNEY’S SMOKE IS SEEN NO MORE….
TANGRA NOW IS NOT AS BEFORE….
TANNERIES ARE NOW BEEN SOLD AT HASTE
NEW NEIGHBOURS COMES IN WITH A DARKER FACE…
PEOPLE NOW MOVE TO THE OTHER WORLD
ONLY LEAVING BACK THEIR ” UNDESERVING OLD”
LANGUAGE AND TRADITIONS ARE FADING OUT
WESTERN CULTURE IS IN AND THAT’S NO DOUBT.
THE COLOURED DRAINAGE STILL FLOWS ON;
SO DOES THE ELDER’S STORIES STILL LIVES ON…
THE FAMOUS WOMEN GOSSIPS ARE FADING DOWN…
BUT NOW….ITS’ REBIRTHING IN THE FOREIGN TOWN!!

SETTING SUN= SHUTTING DOWN OF TANNERIES
OLD SCHOOL= PEI MOI
DARKER FACE= NON CHINESE (WUU QUI!!)

By,
Benjamin Kuo.

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