Come Evoke My Senses

See
the skyscrapers, one last time
the abundant green in every turn.
Diverse people existing as one,
notwithstanding evident differences.

Hear
The cyclic buzz of school, one last time,
The teachers’ reprimands, students’ gossip.
Shoppers queuing up, muttering impatiently.
The rush of footsteps towards a sale.

Speak
Of loving words, at times too mawkish,
To friends one has come to know.
Unexpected friendships formed,
Yet each is there for the other through woes.

Taste
The sumptuous exotic food, one last time,
From the place aptly called The Food Paradise.
Curry, rojak and a great deal more,
A passerby’s glance could spell the food’s demise.

Feel
A surge of bliss through you,
As you breathe in fresh, untainted air.
There’s something different, surely,
Yet one cannot point out what exactly.

See
The departure hall, feeling ambivalent
Chatting and laughing tourists, clueless.
Catch a last glimpse of your friends, forlorn,
And you struggle for a blissful demeanour.

Hear
The booming voice through the speaker,
“Flight SQ 412 now boarding”
Turning back, now unable to suppress your grief
Hot, prickly tears down your cheeks

Feel
The air around you change,
As you reach your destination.
A surge of glee runs down your spine.
Dejected tears now replaced with tears of joy.

You look out your window,
See the terrain you vividly remember.
Slowly it dawns on you, as the plane lands
After such an excruciating wait, you’re finally back,

You’re finally back home.

Carissa Castro
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