On the equator I
lie
Yes, right on the equator
and I burn like fire always
roasting everything
and scorching everyone.
Rains do come in the evenings
with thunder and lightning
They rain like heaven and hell
drying the land the minute they stop.
The rivers flow in full brimming to the top.
There is greenery all over.
Oil palm has replaced rubber in a switch over
But still there is rubber trees to an extent lower
filling the country’s exchequer with a large turnover
The economy thrives and prospers
as the rains give an impetus
to the cash crops blossoming and blooming.
I look green whichever side you see
with gigantic trees and flowers found all over in a spree
I am small lying on the equator a divide of the world.
But as all things small are beautiful
I am beautiful and stately.
Know Who I am ?
I am Malaysia in the far east.
Tag: Malaysia
| Article first published as Crime Wave in Malaysia on Blogcritics. |
Malaysia is in the grip of fear. Fear emanates not from external bodies, not from invasions, not from economic constraints, not from internal troubles, but from petty thieves. It sounds ridiculous and silly, but it is very much the case.
Burglary has become a part of Malaysian life. Newspapers report episodes of daylight robbery and incidents of housebreaking as headlines.
These miscreants indulge in snatching chains, rings, pocketing money, stealing credit cards and mobile phones. If anyone resists, the thieves turn violent. They slit open the throat or cut the fingers with sharp penknives and bolt away.
They decamp with cash and jewels from townhouses and private residences. As most Malaysian buildings have tiled roofs, the thieves easily remove the tiles and get into the main living area. They warn the inmates of dire consequences they will have to face if they report the robbery to the police.
Temples also get looted by these burglars, who enrich themselves by grabbing expensive ornaments made of gold and studded with valuable diamonds. On their way out they lift the lockers filled with devotees’ contributions.
There is still another way of stealing: small-timers rummage through plantations and harvest fresh fruit and bunches of oil palm and sell it for immediate cash.
The police patrol the vulnerable areas on motorcycles and in cars, flashing a bright light and honking frequently. They do only that much. It is a stylish way of going about the town with authority and power, but it does not catch criminals or mete out any punishment.
This otherwise beautiful country with tropical rain forests and a long coastal belt, with a stable government, with a sound economy, with three races living in harmony, would compete for the safest place to live in if not for this glaring discrepancy
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It was a fantastic journey across the Malaysian Express Highway ,
Speeding cars raced through was a spectacular sway,
The oil palms on either side portrayed a lovely fray,
A display of colourful foliage added joy to the travel in a splendid way,
The destination was miles and miles apart,
Felt it would tire the physic to a distraught,
Hindered by the resultant fatigue decided not to start,
But had to make it due to a compelling chart.
The fear that nagged the mind bore no credential,
The long drive was pleasant and highly potential,
A break from the monotony is most essential,
The vibrancy experienced all over revived the existential.
The sojourn along the greenery was a feast to the eyes ,
The” rendez vous” beside the “rehat” 
was an intrinsic apprise,
The fun shared and enjoyed was a happy go jolly entice,
Sallying forth from home is a departure that requires specific ties.
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