My KL

The city seems livelier everyday
With people always going somewhere
Where to?
Somewhere la…why do you care?
The answer inevitably
Harsh and brutal are the orders of the day
So you must be strong and unforgiving
Is KL like that?
Ruthless, uncompromising, unforgiving
Sounds like Paris….
Or Southend in the winter
Big cities are like that
But…KL…My KL is different
It’s a metro with an attitude
It laughs when you laugh
Sad when you’re down
Ecstatic when you’re at the top
feel it as you stroll down the streets of KL
As if the walls, the curbs and the poles
……are watching over your steps


It lends you opportunity to be ….
among the rich and famous
power brokers and ring makers
or forever a dreamer
just like myself
but I don’t want to wake up
from this dream
I like to be as other city dwellers
Walk like the wind
Work like the windmill
Rage like the windstorm
Fun like the windsurfers
But not as brutal…as the Windy City
My KL is as cool as the wind chill


And there is Puduraya
The transition of hope and reality
Stood tall witnessing the days and nights
Of faraway travelers
Dirty alleys and smelly toilets
Always a welcome sign
To the city, the destiny

And the Bus Stand Klang
….where all the buses must stop
Synonymous with the city
Like the heart that beats
It feeds life into the concretes
That make KL alive
With vibrant sound of passion
Cries of survival
….and hopes for tomorrow

The ever-famous Jalan TAR
A backbone of KL
Full of colors
Where opportunity blossoms
At every tick of the moments
Giving city dwellers
Some reasons to compromise
The hard life in KL

KLCC
So tall as if …..there are stairs to heavens
A symbol of new hopes and new horizons
For Malaysia is going global
The sky is no longer the limit
We aim for the moons and the stars
So our children will have reasons
To continue the legacy
Of KL …..my KL