Ode on disability by Carolyn Khor

I have eyes that see

But I see a world of suffering;

I have ears that hear

But all I hear is crying;

I have hands that touch

But I reach not those in pain;

So what use is it then?

That I can smell and taste

When,

If I don’t have eyes

I feel with my heart;

If I don’t have ears

I listen with my heart;

If I don’t have hands

I give with my heart;

Then,

Only then,

I can smell the joys of life

And taste the beauty of living.

Pray tell, who is disabled?

So,
Take my sight
Take my hearing
Take my touch
But leave me be my heart.

by Carolyn Khor

July 2, 2013

I'm Coming Home - A Poem by Carolyn Khor

I left my sweet love o’er the hills,
For I thought the stars would lead me home,
But far beyond a thousand journeys,
The faint echoes drum repeatedly:
Please come home,
Please come home. 

The wind and breeze bear witness,
To my dying wish I be laid to rest,
In the grounds of my beloved birthplace,
Where the smell of flowers bid me:
You are home,
You are home.

But as I wander through the vast empty land,
My guiding star I search in vain,
And so a promise I give myself –
Nev'r to stop till my love I find again:
I’m coming home,
I’m coming home.

June 27, 2013 - Carolyn Khor