I dreamed of paradise
Filled with things so beautiful
Exotic birds
That sang so melodiously
Colourful flowers
That sent their fragrance afar
Butterflies with intricate designs
That danced in joy from flowers to flowers
Misty forests
That welcomed me with their cool embrace
Delicious fruits
That thrilled my taste buds
Air so pure
That revitalized my lungs
People so kind
That I could feel their love
Then I awoke with a start
I found out that I ain’t in paradise
I am in a country where things now look so gloomy
For my Malaysia I weep
The racial rift has become so deep
I pray that good sense will prevail
Don’t let our nation be derailed.
Lovely vehicle used to convey the sorry state of Malaysia, supposedly a national paradise in 2020. Will the people believe in 2030?
Thank you, Tingang. I wrote this just now after I came home from dinner. It took me about 15 minutes to finish it but I am not sure whether I have violated any structuring principles of writing poems.