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Daily alarms buzz me up,
Brushing, Bathing, Changing Clothes,
Preparing some bread and some hot tea,
Rushing to the office before it’s late.
Seating down, powering up computer,
Opening the inbox, reading and replying emails,
Picking up calls, entertaining and interacting,
Attending meetings, discussions and arguments.
Working day to night,
Continuously, again and again,
When I am at work,
I forget who I am and where I am from.
Exhausted after a whole day of battle,
Loosing stamina and focus,
Slumberous me lying on the sofa,
Falling asleep, dreaming…
Zzzzzz…..
I’m flying through the sky,
To the place where I was born,
Miri, a true Resort City,
It’s my Soul and it’s my Home.
There is a sea, called
South China Sea,
There is no horses,
But we have Seahorses.
Miri, a Resort City,
Niah Cave, Mulu Cave let you can explore.
Canada Hill, Lambir Hill full of adventures,
Lambir Waterfall, Loagan Bunut amazing views.
Miri, a city rich in natural resources,
Billions of tons Oil & Gas,
Millions acres of Oil Palms,
Dozens of Tropical Rain Forests.
Miri, a city full of flowers,
the Hibiscus, Sunflower, Orchid,
Paper flower, Bird-of-Paradise,
But, the Periwinkle forever is Miri’s flower.
Miri, a shopping paradise,
Boulevard, Imperial, Bintang Plaza,
Servay, Emart and Soonhup,
You can shop, wherever you like.
Miri, a food paradise,
Seafoods, local foods and tropical fruits
Mamak, Fast Foods, you choose,
Come back anytime you wish.
Awww……
Drowsily, I hear the noise of LRT bypassing,
Noisy honks, sirens and talking,
My peaceful sleep is disturbed,
Now I am awakened.
Oh no… I’m in KL,
I’m not in Miri,
It was in my dream,
How nice it will be if I’m back in Miri.
Lying on a balcony,
Looking at the sky,
Billions of blinking stars,
Feeling and imaging, if only I was in Miri.
If I could be with my Parents & Friends,
If I could make myself happy living in KL,
If I could leave KL.
I will never ever forget I’m Mirian.
If I could find a place,
Keep in touch with Miri,
This is where I’ll go,
Miri Community!

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Nice poem… can see that u miss hometown a lot. Now I feel that I am lucky cz still living in Miri.
Hi, what do you think of about Mulu? a cave or park??
Well, Mulu is a cave. Officially called it “Mulu National Park” but no one will called it as a “Mulu National Cave”