Friday, 14 June 2013

Love in a foreign land

A poem which I wrote some time back, having been inspired by my observations of our foreign workers in our midst during my runs at The Chinese Garden.

They gather at the pavilion

The ladies on one side of the pavilion,
dressed to the nines,
Painstaking effort to be seen in their best,
checking their makeup ever so often.

The gentlemen are on the other side.
Because of their manual labour, 
They look fit and hale and hearty in whatever they dressed.
Speaking furtive glances at the ladies.

Nothing stops them.