Sitting on a minibus
My heart thumping in my chest
The driver leaking
The blinding symphony of lights
Reflecting behind me
Har Gow in a shop window
Catches my eye
I trance into the store
The buildings crumbling behind me
As I glance at the shopkeeper
Who’s face reflects the joy of my past
Come over here
My dear friend,
I look at her eyes and see similar feelings,
Thoughts about the trains,
Travelling side to side,
Sitting in an MTR,
Holding onto the rail.
Ha Luo says a little girl,
My eyes rise up in surprise;
My tongue slowly twisting trying to say the simplest thing in Cantonese,
Confusion gulping down my response.
As I gaze in wonder,
And the variety of plants;
Choices swimming in my head,
Can’t think which plant to pick.
Population growing tremendously,
But Nature wants this match;
Delicate flowers and lush leaves,
Development pause, and let them pass.
Calm waters, waves crash,
Boats sailing away,
The waft of frappuccinos from the nearby Starbucks,
And the spice of hotpot watering my eyes.
The vibrant red,
With a small white flower,
People join a range of hands.
I awaken from a vivid dream,
The shopkeeper shaking me to my senses,
Get up, get up! she says to me.
Saying “ Zaijian!”
I take a glance around me,
While Thinking of my daydream,
And say with pride to our country –
“ Xie Xie Hong Kong!”
// This poem has been penned by 11-year-old Shreya Ram and has been chosen for publication on our platform from the weekly submissions //