RECOLLECTIONS OF A WEDDING
( many , many mornings after )
Let me try to remember
the wedding on the first of September
an early afternoon rain
did not cause a traffic strain.
Like a Shoalin monk with a shaved pate
at the entrance Hun Soon wait
to welcome family, friends and working mates
Hun Soon in a crimson Chinese jacket
with enormous pockets for the ang pow packets
Li Li was kept busy
amidst the bustling crowd and conversation noisy
She was up on her feet
making sure the guest had proper seats.
Elegant Saroja in a satiny sari
with Indran came to make merry.
Thirty years and thirty pounds later
Indran has filled up looking much better
Ashok and wife in colour coordinated outfits
took pictures of old friends he did meet.
Khaw Boon Swee looks fit and muscularly trim ,
has he been pumping iron at a gym ?
Bincy Tan now based in Klang
has lost his native Trengganu twang.
Su Kian Tat and Pek Lian are proud of the sons they beget
A pharmacist and a doctor will make any parent glad.
Tennis keeps Su slim,
he tells me this with his characteristic grin.
I introduced my second son to Michael Samy our obstetrician
who Mike had delivered by caesarian section.
Looking suave in a suit came Bachan and his beautiful wife
like a couple of Bollywood actors on Rodeo Drive.
Lum Siew Kheong from Kajang did come by
in his black suit and black bow tie .
When this father of three entered the room
I mistook him for the groom !
Eugene Leong and his wife make up a fine young pair,
looking youthful with his head of thick black hair !
Rohaya with a head of gold
and her mischievous smile from her convent days of old.
Some guys had Adam Chow in quiet conversation
Chit chatting ? Or a quick consult on erectile dysfunction?
Chooi Weng Kwong does not seem to age
so does Choy Kai Meng , a shared heritage ?
Lim Boon Kang youthful and fair
would be a good model to sell any product for skin care.
Emily and Koon Seng came after church service
Looking serene with inner peace
For this meeting of old friends they will not miss.
Koon Seng is a quiet new man
with a strong religious stand.
For his everlasting life he has found his Saviour.
In this physical life he has no more fear.
Several life emergencies he has survived,
grateful to God for the reprieve .
With his churchman Sng Kim Hock
on other life miracles we did talk
Sng is proud of his 3 children’s musical talent
and he himself is taking violin lesson.
Steven Chow in his batik of multicoloured hue
sat at a back table and enjoyed the view
of Kong Chiew Meng making the rounds
meeting up with friends from out of town.
Nurul and Kow Chye all the way from Ipoh
shook hands with Seremban Ho Min Foh
Chan Kheng Kim smiled and grinned
as he met up with Foo Ong Pin.
The climatic strain of the eighteen twelve overture
marked Yin Mei and Randy entry into the hall.
They were met with the bursting light of digital capture
amid applause from one and all .
Li Li had 2 pre-dinner tasting of the food
to make sure the food was good.
Tasty dishes and fine wine put us all in a merry mood.
Daily swims gave Hun Soon a very long breath
to call out “ Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmm….” that left the younger
people out of their depth.
Hun Soon’s son Yin Sern joined the band
he strummed his guitar and sang .
Oh boy he could really sing
to celebrate his sole sister’s wedding.
Randi's relatives and friend sang many happy songs
made us clap our hands and sang along.
Yin Mei choking with emotion thanked her extended family
new in-laws , old school friends of whom there were many.
Randi ‘s smile stretched from Boston to here
as he gave his wife an attentive ear.
We bid the young couple all happiness as we said goodnight
and took home little red gift boxes of chocolate delight.
Hun Soon Li Li cha boh kia ka win
Ee lang knor lang boh eng boh eng
Ang kah boh hwa hee lu lang lai
Chak pui lim chu kwa ee ay kia sai
Ee ay kia sai ang moh lang
Hun Soon Li Li penang lang.
wah kong koh su hor lu tia
wah ey mia ya yia.
Should you be irritated
by this tale that I narrated
then in all sincerity
please accept my apology.
yahya sofi
20th September 2007
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Ho Sing Kee's Dilemma
Long , long ago
i had a pleasant encounter
with Ho Sing Kee , our present day raconteur
who is now in a moral dilemma
how can a virgin be a mama ?
Immaculate Conception ? Haleluya !
or just plain deception. Hai ya ! Hai ya !
As a GP, there's one condition i must
not betray my loyal patients' confidence and trust
What took me decades to build up,
can easily disappear with one slip up.
Bad gossip in Penang
can spread like wild fire with an explosive BANG !
HIV positivity or suspected fecundity
have to be told with all sincererity
To ease your spiritual pain and forget
have some Argentitian Merlot with fresh baked baguette
So, Ho Sing Kee , my favourite raconteur
until the day we meet in face to face encounter
Bon Appetit !
Savour your Merlot while in front of your new plasma TV you sit.
yahya sofi
January 2007
i had a pleasant encounter
with Ho Sing Kee , our present day raconteur
who is now in a moral dilemma
how can a virgin be a mama ?
Immaculate Conception ? Haleluya !
or just plain deception. Hai ya ! Hai ya !
As a GP, there's one condition i must
not betray my loyal patients' confidence and trust
What took me decades to build up,
can easily disappear with one slip up.
Bad gossip in Penang
can spread like wild fire with an explosive BANG !
HIV positivity or suspected fecundity
have to be told with all sincererity
To ease your spiritual pain and forget
have some Argentitian Merlot with fresh baked baguette
So, Ho Sing Kee , my favourite raconteur
until the day we meet in face to face encounter
Bon Appetit !
Savour your Merlot while in front of your new plasma TV you sit.
yahya sofi
January 2007
The Chinese Mosque
THE CHINESE MOSQUE
Fadzli Cheah Kow Chye , you are embarking on a visionary venture
to build a mosque reflecting Chinese architecture..
for the spiritual needs of your Chinese Muslim community
i salute your leadership and quiet dignity.
The muezzin can call from a pagoda, minaret or hilltop
to the faithful, that whatever they are doing , to stop
to wash up and to pray
not once, not twice but five times a day.
Your community's spiritual home
can be under the open sky, Chinese moongate or Moorish dome .
Where you congregate to pray, that's your mosque
be it on a carpet of fine Persian silk or on fresh green moss
a mosque in whatever shape is still a mosque.
i wish you fortitude in your great task
the strength to ignore your detractors who mask
their narrow mindedness , these champions of "religio-cultural" purity
exposing their global ignorance , what a pity.
With strong and gentle Nurul by your side
your noble focus will be kept in sight.
To Nurul , Fadzli and family i wish you all the best,
in this quest, by the Almighty you will be truly, truly blessed.
Amen.
yahya
06 February 2007
Dr. Fadzli Cheah Kow Chye and his Chinese Muslim Community were trying to build a mosque in Ipoh .
Fadzli Cheah Kow Chye , you are embarking on a visionary venture
to build a mosque reflecting Chinese architecture..
for the spiritual needs of your Chinese Muslim community
i salute your leadership and quiet dignity.
The muezzin can call from a pagoda, minaret or hilltop
to the faithful, that whatever they are doing , to stop
to wash up and to pray
not once, not twice but five times a day.
Your community's spiritual home
can be under the open sky, Chinese moongate or Moorish dome .
Where you congregate to pray, that's your mosque
be it on a carpet of fine Persian silk or on fresh green moss
a mosque in whatever shape is still a mosque.
i wish you fortitude in your great task
the strength to ignore your detractors who mask
their narrow mindedness , these champions of "religio-cultural" purity
exposing their global ignorance , what a pity.
With strong and gentle Nurul by your side
your noble focus will be kept in sight.
To Nurul , Fadzli and family i wish you all the best,
in this quest, by the Almighty you will be truly, truly blessed.
Amen.
yahya
06 February 2007
Dr. Fadzli Cheah Kow Chye and his Chinese Muslim Community were trying to build a mosque in Ipoh .
THE LAST LECTURE BEFORE LUNCH
THE LAST LECTURE BEFORE LUNCH.
Twelve minutes before lunch
on my stomach I begin to munch.
This classroom heat has got me beat.
My eyes are heavy , I am about to fall asleep.
I am kept awake by the steady beat
Tika- tip, tika- tip , tika tip
of my neighbour’s tapping feet.
Tika-tip , TIKA-TIP, TIKA-TIP !
Forty-eight beats to a minute
TIKA-TIP ! TIKA-TIP ! TIKA-TIP !
At a school desk beside me he seats
TIKA-TIP , TIKA-tip , tika-tip,
arms on the desk, head bowed down as in a prayer meet,
Tika -tip, tika-tip, tika…tip
…… ……tip…………………….
…………………..tip.
My neighbour has fallen asleep.
Yahya Sofi Hussain.
11th June 2007
First published in September 2007 in Dumex’s HOUSECALL
Twelve minutes before lunch
on my stomach I begin to munch.
This classroom heat has got me beat.
My eyes are heavy , I am about to fall asleep.
I am kept awake by the steady beat
Tika- tip, tika- tip , tika tip
of my neighbour’s tapping feet.
Tika-tip , TIKA-TIP, TIKA-TIP !
Forty-eight beats to a minute
TIKA-TIP ! TIKA-TIP ! TIKA-TIP !
At a school desk beside me he seats
TIKA-TIP , TIKA-tip , tika-tip,
arms on the desk, head bowed down as in a prayer meet,
Tika -tip, tika-tip, tika…tip
…… ……tip…………………….
…………………..tip.
My neighbour has fallen asleep.
Yahya Sofi Hussain.
11th June 2007
First published in September 2007 in Dumex’s HOUSECALL
WIRA PETALING
WIRA PETALING
Ini kisah Kamar wira Petaling
hanya bersenjata suara yang nyaring
misainya yang tebal
menjadi azimat kebal.
Ini Kamar banyak bising
menjadi Datuk Bandar kepala pusing
Ini Malaysia, bukan Soviet Rusia
Geology Report tidak harus menjadi rahsia
Bukit Gasing jangan sentuh
nanti hujan tanah runtuh !
"Jangan takut, kita ikut ,
semua building code "
itu developer reassuring, wink ! wink !
DBKL , no comment , blink ! blink !
Kamar yang sudah banyak makan garam , think ! think !
" I orang tua , you want to hoodwink
makes me angry, makes me want to sink
my teeth into the butt of these greedy finks "
Bukit Gasing jangan sentuh
nanti hujan tanah runtuh !
Yahya Sofi
Ampang, Ulu Klang
23 December 2008
Mohd Kamar bin Mohamed is a long term supporter of the Malaysia’s Nature Society and is currently active in trying to save Bukit Gasing in Petaling Jaya. He is a good cook and makes memorable sambal udang petai.
Ini kisah Kamar wira Petaling
hanya bersenjata suara yang nyaring
misainya yang tebal
menjadi azimat kebal.
Ini Kamar banyak bising
menjadi Datuk Bandar kepala pusing
Ini Malaysia, bukan Soviet Rusia
Geology Report tidak harus menjadi rahsia
Bukit Gasing jangan sentuh
nanti hujan tanah runtuh !
"Jangan takut, kita ikut ,
semua building code "
itu developer reassuring, wink ! wink !
DBKL , no comment , blink ! blink !
Kamar yang sudah banyak makan garam , think ! think !
" I orang tua , you want to hoodwink
makes me angry, makes me want to sink
my teeth into the butt of these greedy finks "
Bukit Gasing jangan sentuh
nanti hujan tanah runtuh !
Yahya Sofi
Ampang, Ulu Klang
23 December 2008
Mohd Kamar bin Mohamed is a long term supporter of the Malaysia’s Nature Society and is currently active in trying to save Bukit Gasing in Petaling Jaya. He is a good cook and makes memorable sambal udang petai.
Friday, May 21, 2010
A LIFE SENTENCE
A LIFE SENTENCE
This voluntary life sentence
of reading random words refined into a sentence .
This heart's labour I serve reading the books that I love.
The printed works I review
looking from another's point of view.
How much more homage to Homer can there be?
From Chapman's rhymes to Fagle's lines
definitely more than three.
Any new guide to take us though the Inferno
and tour the kabuki and Japanese noh ?
Blessed with a bilingual curse,
is there enough pantun and English verse
to quench this reader's thirst ?
On the internet there is a surfeit
of writers I have yet to meet.
Tagore, Thakeray, Frost and Snow
some of the authors I would like to know.
Will writers stop writing,
translators stop translating,
publishers stop publishing
and Microsoft stop digitising ?
Will I ever have time to catch up on my reading ?
The more I read
the more I become incomplete.
The more I know, the less I know.
With a book on my couch I lie
I will read and read until I die.
If you should come across an apparition scary
in some quiet corner of a deserted library
do not be alarmed , it will not do you harm.
It is only a spirit in eternal bliss,
the ghost of a reader reading in peace.
Yahya Sofi Hussain
Ampang Ulu Klang.
30th October 2007
First published in the March 2008 issue of Dumex's HOUSECALL
This voluntary life sentence
of reading random words refined into a sentence .
This heart's labour I serve reading the books that I love.
The printed works I review
looking from another's point of view.
How much more homage to Homer can there be?
From Chapman's rhymes to Fagle's lines
definitely more than three.
Any new guide to take us though the Inferno
and tour the kabuki and Japanese noh ?
Blessed with a bilingual curse,
is there enough pantun and English verse
to quench this reader's thirst ?
On the internet there is a surfeit
of writers I have yet to meet.
Tagore, Thakeray, Frost and Snow
some of the authors I would like to know.
Will writers stop writing,
translators stop translating,
publishers stop publishing
and Microsoft stop digitising ?
Will I ever have time to catch up on my reading ?
The more I read
the more I become incomplete.
The more I know, the less I know.
With a book on my couch I lie
I will read and read until I die.
If you should come across an apparition scary
in some quiet corner of a deserted library
do not be alarmed , it will not do you harm.
It is only a spirit in eternal bliss,
the ghost of a reader reading in peace.
Yahya Sofi Hussain
Ampang Ulu Klang.
30th October 2007
First published in the March 2008 issue of Dumex's HOUSECALL
EMPTY SEATS AT A CLASS REUNION.
It took a death to knock some sense
To wake us up to our present tense
Grim reaper stay your hand
Grant us time to make amend
Old debts to repay
Before the end of day
Fractured friendships to mend
Inflicted insults and injuries to repent
Our life like a musical chair in reverse
When the music stops, there’s one less of us
The game ends, there’s the empty seat
The last one of us has made his exit
Yahya Sofi Hussain
First published in April 2006 in Dumex's HOUSECALL
It took a death to knock some sense
To wake us up to our present tense
Grim reaper stay your hand
Grant us time to make amend
Old debts to repay
Before the end of day
Fractured friendships to mend
Inflicted insults and injuries to repent
Our life like a musical chair in reverse
When the music stops, there’s one less of us
The game ends, there’s the empty seat
The last one of us has made his exit
Yahya Sofi Hussain
First published in April 2006 in Dumex's HOUSECALL
A Fragile Fabric
A FRAGILE FABRIC
We are a multiracial society
held together by racial unity.
Our racial unity is like a fragile fabric that is easily torn
by a careless comment or thoughtless taunt.
In a flash igniting a communal clash.
Communal communications must be conducted with care
as though walking up a rickety stair.
Different faiths seek the same entrance at Heaven's Gate.
God is great.
There is no reason to hate
all the things that God create.
The seed of prejudice must find no place
in little children full of grace
who must be encouraged to play with and embrace
children of other faith and race.
Lawmakers must not break
the laws that they make.
Let not the bigot redefine and undermine
the spirit of our Constitution which had been carefully crafted by enlightened minds.
For our future generation we must remain as one nation
free from all forms of discrimination
by statutory deprivation.
To compete and succeed in an unforgiving foreign field,
let us start practising at home on an even playing field.
Respecting the rights of our minority
will enhance the worth of our entire society.
Any economic policy must prosper all the poor of our society.
Respect our poor their pride and dignity
charity with sincerity needs no publicity.
This is a Trust we all share and bear
to keep our country free and fair.
Our nation's fragile fabric needs our ever vigilant care
to never , never let it tear.
yahya sofi hussain
Ampang Ulu Klang
12th March 2010
First published in the Malaysian Medical Association April 2010 issue of Berita MMA
We are a multiracial society
held together by racial unity.
Our racial unity is like a fragile fabric that is easily torn
by a careless comment or thoughtless taunt.
In a flash igniting a communal clash.
Communal communications must be conducted with care
as though walking up a rickety stair.
Different faiths seek the same entrance at Heaven's Gate.
God is great.
There is no reason to hate
all the things that God create.
The seed of prejudice must find no place
in little children full of grace
who must be encouraged to play with and embrace
children of other faith and race.
Lawmakers must not break
the laws that they make.
Let not the bigot redefine and undermine
the spirit of our Constitution which had been carefully crafted by enlightened minds.
For our future generation we must remain as one nation
free from all forms of discrimination
by statutory deprivation.
To compete and succeed in an unforgiving foreign field,
let us start practising at home on an even playing field.
Respecting the rights of our minority
will enhance the worth of our entire society.
Any economic policy must prosper all the poor of our society.
Respect our poor their pride and dignity
charity with sincerity needs no publicity.
This is a Trust we all share and bear
to keep our country free and fair.
Our nation's fragile fabric needs our ever vigilant care
to never , never let it tear.
yahya sofi hussain
Ampang Ulu Klang
12th March 2010
First published in the Malaysian Medical Association April 2010 issue of Berita MMA
Saturday, May 1, 2010
BLUE PILL BLUES
BLUE PILL BLUES
( Dedicated to Ho Sing Kee )
There was once a fire breathing dragon
washing down red meat with fermented liquids by the flagon
Now this middle aged dragon is in a rut
The only fermentation is in his gut
Of fresh fruits, vegetables and high fibre cereals
A dragon in old age is something quite surreal
The dragon and phoenix want to play
The ancient art of procreation
No, not to increase the generation
But to enjoy the pleasures of practising the sensual way
Hyperlipidaemia has taken its toll
no more the tumescence of days of old
Do not despair there’s still hope
With the blue pill , you don’t have to be a pope.
Pop the blue pill and wait
For the vessels to vasodilate
In the hypertrophied nasal turbinates
Now one can feel the lingam pounding the yoni in one’s head.
heavy breathing starts, not from lust
nasal obstruction, every breath is like your last.
The phoenix erogenous zones are activated at start of play
One must not hurry in this salubrious foreplay
Overcome nasal obstruction by coming up for air
and spit out the occasional curly hair.
With the rigid pestle gently pound the mortar
Alternate with rhythmic grinding on love’s altar
Like a retort in a round bottom flask
Let passion’s flame warm it to its’ task
to bring forth the distillate of human essence……….
Blue pill time is up , sudden loss of tumescence!
Left with this un-discharged distillate
And a leftover headache
Still panting in unfulfilled lust
nose still blocked , bloody disgust.
We must adapt to the pill’s way we are told
Like the jukebox from days of old.
Playing the 45 E. P.
And not a 33 and 1/3 L.P.
six minutes to play one side
Before the nitric acid start to subside.
Quick , quick come and play
Five minutes for foreplay
Moisturizing gel to glide the way
Forget the pelvic sway
You are already gray
Want to play until the First of May ?
Salacious lines I omit,
In private I’ll transmit.
Yahya Sofi
28th April 2007
Dr. Ho Sing Kee continues to keep the web site for his medical classmates alive even in the most deafening silence of indifference . His heroic effort is above and beyond the call of friendship.
( Dedicated to Ho Sing Kee )
There was once a fire breathing dragon
washing down red meat with fermented liquids by the flagon
Now this middle aged dragon is in a rut
The only fermentation is in his gut
Of fresh fruits, vegetables and high fibre cereals
A dragon in old age is something quite surreal
The dragon and phoenix want to play
The ancient art of procreation
No, not to increase the generation
But to enjoy the pleasures of practising the sensual way
Hyperlipidaemia has taken its toll
no more the tumescence of days of old
Do not despair there’s still hope
With the blue pill , you don’t have to be a pope.
Pop the blue pill and wait
For the vessels to vasodilate
In the hypertrophied nasal turbinates
Now one can feel the lingam pounding the yoni in one’s head.
heavy breathing starts, not from lust
nasal obstruction, every breath is like your last.
The phoenix erogenous zones are activated at start of play
One must not hurry in this salubrious foreplay
Overcome nasal obstruction by coming up for air
and spit out the occasional curly hair.
With the rigid pestle gently pound the mortar
Alternate with rhythmic grinding on love’s altar
Like a retort in a round bottom flask
Let passion’s flame warm it to its’ task
to bring forth the distillate of human essence……….
Blue pill time is up , sudden loss of tumescence!
Left with this un-discharged distillate
And a leftover headache
Still panting in unfulfilled lust
nose still blocked , bloody disgust.
We must adapt to the pill’s way we are told
Like the jukebox from days of old.
Playing the 45 E. P.
And not a 33 and 1/3 L.P.
six minutes to play one side
Before the nitric acid start to subside.
Quick , quick come and play
Five minutes for foreplay
Moisturizing gel to glide the way
Forget the pelvic sway
You are already gray
Want to play until the First of May ?
Salacious lines I omit,
In private I’ll transmit.
Yahya Sofi
28th April 2007
Dr. Ho Sing Kee continues to keep the web site for his medical classmates alive even in the most deafening silence of indifference . His heroic effort is above and beyond the call of friendship.
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