The Game We Play
BY MAYA GREEN Were you just a morning dewFlickering, on the dawn grassO what a beautiful existence that is!So live each moment to the fullestSoon
BY MAYA GREEN Were you just a morning dewFlickering, on the dawn grassO what a beautiful existence that is!So live each moment to the fullestSoon
BY MAYA GREEN I feel like singing, for it’s spring timeThere’s rebirth, regrowth and renewalFor the vernal season, is most sublimeWhen resurrection, signals the eternal
BY MAYA GREEN O this the time again, that I do findWe are all, on the road takenTaking us to where it’ll surely beckonFor such
BY MAYA GREEN On the cusp of easing, so to speakOf the tension that’s in the airIt’s like before the storm starts to breakThe welcome
BY MAYA GREEN I saw the moon over SamarkhandHere in the Valley of ZerafshanLooking graceful still, for an ancient ladyLighting up the silk route, travelled
“The master in the art of living makes little distinction between his work and his play, his labor and his leisure, his mind and his
“I believe that people should take pride in what they do, even if it is scorned or misunderstood by the public at large.” Tony Hawk,American
“Every river has its stories, and every story has its river.” Michael Ondaatje (1943 – Present); a renowned Sri Lankan-born Canadian author and poet. He
THIS week’s column delves deeper into the understanding of fire safety, security, and life safety within Sarawak communities and their daily routines. Many of my
Laughter is to life what shock absorbers are to automobiles. It won’t take the potholes out of the road, but it sure makes the ride
New Sarawak Tribune is a Sarawakian news portal that highlights Sarawak-centric news and other stories of relevance to Sarawak.
Today, New Sarawak Tribune focuses on happenings in Sarawak’s cities, towns and small places no matter how remote these are and events of relevance in other states of Malaysia and other countries.
© Copyright 2024 Tribune Press Sdn. Bhd.