Self Portrait


In the footsteps of my history
And shadow, I am caught
In the half light of remembering,
The house, the mouth,
The woman, whose cotton-coiled
Waist is the yearning for an India far away;

In the archipelago dusk,
This world is a water kingdom
That swims and hisses,
And urges a love for the shimmering hills,
The parched sand, the plaited rain,
Where, Malaya, my freedom,
Is a dark face reflected in this sea.