Singapore Diaries

Marina Bay Sands

Three pillars parting the horizons

A boat perched atop precarious

No emblem of vanity

But a declaration of man's conquest

over the mother nature

A boat floating in space,

concrete piercing the skies

The trees feeling out of place

far from their roots in the soil

that once were

the only home known to human dreams

Trying to know themselves

by being far from the soil

A vain attempt, not at vanity

or at conquest

But at defeating the nature that is

waiting to be unveiled

closer home

A boat that will take one past the only curse,

the ignorance of one's true nature

Needs no concrete or steel to pierce the infinite

Nor skyscrapers to rival fears

But striving sincere and patient