Poem: A 100-year-old Bodhi Tree

A 100-year-old Bodhi Tree

I found it standing 

on a quiescent knoll

offering a lofty view 

of Paya Lebar

in part.

I wondered 

how it would feel like

if I could share 

the life of this tree –

one 7-year-old boy –

sitting beneath as he would 

40 years ago

and looking down 

the bucolic view

when all was green

as far as his eyes could see.

He would be sad indeed - 

very sad – knowing 

this tree of his roots

would be cut down 

40 years on and now...

how... how have we no room

for a gentle old tree?

Where it stands - be it

Buddhist or Taoist, Hindu or Sikh,

a temple, a mosque, 

church or synagogue,

 - the tree, wherever it may 

destined be,

provides its loving shade

to all in need.

Brethren, 

need we a better world for

multi-culturalism 

and ethnicity

and peace

than under a gentle tree?

Come brethren,

come touch this Bodhi Tree –

For it may soon be too late

to offer your hopes

that 100 years

 of loving kindness

will not be torn, shattered 

and gored

to splinters and dust.

- Joseph Lai

Poem: Mute Fingers

Mute Fingers

Bitter sweet waters

on a tearful strand;

his mute fingers

writing in the sand.

He could not enter,

he could not understand;

this benign ancient mariner

could not fathom the hearts of Man.

They worship diamonds so divine,

scorched from the bowels of the earth;

but of his sand-scripted shrine,

they rip asunder into the hearth.

And the four seas they divide,

claim and reclaim;

the master calligrapher did unite

all lands as the same.

Yet he remains a patient fisher

of simple women and men –

poets, painters, songwriters and seekers –

caught on a lark now and then.

You hear them in the children’s laughter,

you see them playing in the sea,

you see them in their mother and father,

and you can hear their hearts in plea.

A plea the plovers and the sandpipers

will understand;

for he was their teacher and provider

long before Man became Man.

- Joseph Lai

Poem: My Little Candle

My Little Candle

my little candle

does shed

a little circle of light

which guides

my way in life

on a migratory flight

the warmth I feel

within my heart

it stay

and in the setting suns

on my horizon

does my spirit play

rejoice thus I

within its glow

a flicker on my cheeks does show

to smile with nature’s creations

whose names

I need not know

so might I remain

forever true and free

from snaring Dead Knowledge

to hold fast my candle vigil

over the lightness

of my passage

whence with age my eyes doth fail

I hope the sparkle within

to keep

and follow my heart

into the wonders

of a star-spangled sleep 

- Joseph Lai

Poem: Heartstrings of my Island

Heartstrings of My Island

are there

heartstrings taut

and a’pulling

barred

so strong

and tender once

my ancestral home

to me

where nay never

shall I leave

here my motherland

liberated

and return

again and again

to you impatiently

even

in my sleep

that old familiar

bumboat

droning low

in the sound of my youth?

here I am

coming home

even in my sea-dreams!

- Joseph Lai