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The kampung house

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The house is still.
Holding its breath.
Nothing moves.
Waiting for death.

When will death come?
No one answers.
Silence in the house.
The air doesn’t stir.

It is stiffling.
A need to leave.
Is there a heart beat?
There is. There is.

The tap drips. A leak.
The house not so quiet.
The flicker of the light bulb.
Night descents on the house.

If you listen quietly.
You’ll hear the creaks.
Yet, the house is still.
Did you hear the heart beat?

Yet, the house waits.
The tractors will come.
And the bulldozers.
Not today. But soon.

Note: There are only a few kampungs (villages) left in Kuala Lumpur. One of them is Kampung Segambut Dalam. Highrise condominiums are sprouting up in this village and soon it will fade into history.

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By C.E. Pereira
(5-8-2019)

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Author:

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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