by Bishnu Thapa
(Singapore)
Chaos all around as hawkers as busy as bees
whip up plates and plates of food
Customers as hungry as jackals
Walk around, deciding what to eat
The gravy gurgles merrily in the pot
As the oil dances in the pan
Glasses clank against each other
Gossiping about the customers
Oh the sights and sound of a hawker center
Makes me feel right at home
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