Indian cuisine after the hard work at grave.
enjoyed max!
I bring swags even I visit the graveyard.
dry plant that look like spider!
them flowers, so beautiful yet so dead.
no bird chirping,
I wonder why.
no spooks roaming,
I didn't mind.
traffic jam as always,
I hated that all the time.
and the sun rises,
I grab my spine.
today we clean,
tomorrow we cry.
to respect and remember the ancestor,
we have to learn it high.
(Joseph Yap, 2013)
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