i bring my kiasu friend to the airportleavings are never easy, not for longand though we both saw blur along the waymemories flooded present tensions.in the curry of his life no lemak remainedso now the predictable exit signalledthe end of his roundings, his bombings–he can bluff like hell, ma, he got style–and left me thinking about home, my kampong.

~ Kirpal Singh

Kirpal Singh Home Kampong Kirpal Singh Leaving Poem Poet Poetry Singapore Pioneer Poet Singapore Poetry Village

For him, the kampung was a place to live and work that was based on a steadfast and intimate relationship between man and nature. The village was a true reflection of life in the tropics.

~ Isa Kamari

Isa Kamari Alfian Sa At City English Isa Kamari Kampong Malay Singapore The Tower Translation Urban Village