Three joss-stick at your altar

 I light a cigarette,

for you I’ve light a cigar,

I placed three joss-stick at your altar.

Smoke swirls up, ashes scatter down,

for without me all you have is darkness,

yes I claim that amount of arrogance.

Yet deep in my heart,

it is your boon that I desire,

it is your blessings I require.

Another quiet prayer, Jenderam Hilir, September, 2024