The cauldron seers underneath the melting pot fuses, fuels appetites.The culinary Malay twins are born,sprucing their sodden sky.Massive and everlasting they stand: piercing bluntly into sticky rice-cloudsThey are chopsticks, not spoons!


For the 'Sons of the Land'
who bask in its boisterous segments
as artfully aligned to their heavens, they fuel modest pride.
They quench imported palettes