A Bullock Cart From Malacca Comments

I took a break in the corridor of time look back upon the days of yore traditions and warmth are worth remembered yet the pace of time never stops....

A stunning word-picture. You are rooted on earth, however far you may travel. - Will

amazing narrative, going down the memory lane. i think life was simple in those days gone by and we had simple pleasures. i too often feel nostalgic about the small place i grew up in. for the last 35 years i am living in metros, and it honestly gets to me. please read life in a metro.Yusof 10++ for this lovely poem.

whoa, quite the storyteller i see.....it's great to see the importance that can still be found in simplicity and a sense of home.

This poem is brilliant, i felt an Indian village somewhere in those lines, beautifull placing, a very good poem

its nostalgic....amazing simple life and depicted well..

Salamat Sulaiman. Thank you so much for this. You have painted the perfect picture of what I love most in my memories of Malaya, Sarawak and Sabah. Even Singapore, which I also love, I love best the country side and the Kampong life. Water Buffalo and children enjoying each other's company. Beautiful. I look forward to reading more of your work. Best Regards ~ Res

For us in England it was just outside toilets and grime. Beautiful account. Paul.

just simply beautiful, it's nostalgic but what stands out the most has to be the vividly painted imagery!

This was simply wondeful, tinted with nostalgia but beautifully evocative.

nice poetry... sort of like my old country.. Philippines

nice poetry... sort like my old country.. Philippines

One can feel the rhythm of your bullock cart in the short, stacatto lines of this fascinating piece. Your descriptions are most detailed and show the reader a colorful selection of images of your once upon a time. Thanks for sharing your story. A reflective, nostalgic write. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

What a lovely piece of descriptive prose. I enjoyed it very much. Unfortunately I have never been able to visit but you have brought the journey to life for me. Thank you. Irene

After visiting melacca, I must admit I was awed by the carts well decorated and the unhurried pace of life. I was also shown to jusco, burger king etc, and a very beautiful mosque of rare beauty. I must admit though, after i read ur poem, That i missed out on the real beauty of the village or kampong as u so well term it. I would love to go there once again to discover melacca.

it reminds me of my childhood days.goo musing

a part of our upbringing will always stay within no matter wherever we go...i liked your poem.

very nice. well put together, i must say.