A poem for September - To the birth of a nation - Malaysia


A mango is nothing like a durian.
It doesn't fall when it is ripe unless it is rotten.
You have to go catch the fruit
while it is near the bees, the birds and the sky.
A mango is sweet and sour, and smells first love.

A mango is nothing like a durian.
It doesn't divide the people into love and hatred.
A mango is not a king nor a queen.
A mango is as common as you and me.
Every garden has its own guardian - a mango tree.
Who's yours, Malaysia?

A country doesn't fall when it is ripe
unless it chops off all the mango trees.