J I S

Strong smell of grass

wafting in humid breeze,

Light ridden clouds arrayed across 

the Sky

Encompassing heat,

you cannot escape.

Stagnant outside to in, 

tick-tock it 

stops. 

Bright orange structures stoop low;

bow down dear buildings,

no chance to win

the overcoming sky blue:

it moves.

Turn heavy rain to dropless droughts,

where hornbills fly free 

and monkeys swing

away.

Where laughter of our own turns into 

years below;

where cheers of generation are

passed on;

where rooms once lived in do not become 

"My own";

Where my boarding house has become 

no more;

and where the people who I know become ones

I used to know.

Look back and see the seasons passed and 

be glad, 

for there is one to come