Poem: Lover, Mother, Warrior

She is the tease; tantalised
lovers in wait, forlorn
memory of rain withheld.

She is the mother; measured
tough love dispensed, wayward offsprings reminded of ancient laws.

She is the warrior, weathered
bearer of bums, absorbing
a hundred thousand blows

Before unleashing karma tenfold.

~ Ivan

Note: wrote these lines in the midst of the week of the worst recorded Sumatran haze in Indonesia, Singapore and Malaysia. I heard thunder on a day when rains were not predicted to happen for weeks. But alas the rains did not materialise on Singapore soil. The sweet promise of rain must have inspired me to compose this in under 20 minutes. If only the rains take a shorter time to arrive.

Rain radar, 24 jun 2013, 4pm