Demi masa - ya, sesungguhnya Insan penuh rugi hidupnya Kecuali yang menaruh iman Dengan benar, menyampai pesan Dengan sabar, menyebar pesan. Terilham oleh Al Asr.
Puisi IV – Ulangtahun ke-Empatbelas
Jagung bertih buat bekalan Jauh kelana ke Tanah Bali Kandung kasih berpayung intan Bershukur hamba kurnia Ilahi Masjid Nyalas teguh adanya Tiang seri umat Melaka Empat belas tahun bersama Kasih patri selama lama
Puisi III – Pantun Buku
Langit redup bertiup bayu
Arak awan melitup surya
Nikmat hidup berteman buku
Cerah nian menyeri jiwa.
Puisi II – Pantun Temasek
Kalau tuan singgah Temasek Jangan lupa beli durian Kalau hati tuan terusik Usah pendam keseorangan Sudah resam alam bermarga Helang mana berkawan pipit? Sudah resam berumahtangga Lidah mana tiada tergigit? Sungai Jurong airnya bersih Nyaman alir di hari petang Damai hati bersulam kasih Damai jiwa diulit sayang.
Poem II – Putera Puteri
T’was once a shining, splendoured thing Such hopes that Life itself daren’t cage Eyes that once gleamed with love ablaze Now dulled by slow, relentless age. And for its passing do I pray That you do find amidst your Rome a Life that shines, with splendour still And may Peace find its harboured home.
Puisi I – Mata Hati
Cerah mata memandang kamu
Cerah hati menumpas ragu
Dua jiwa berkongsi hidup
Takhta kasih berhias sanggup
Redup mata menatap kamu
Redup hati nyaman beradu
Naung jiwa di taman syahdu
Sanggul nyawa dirangkul baldu
Sungguh berkat hidup berdua!
Penuh rahmat hidup bersama!
Kasih mata memandang kamu
Kasih hati nyaman bertemu
Tiada berpisah walau terpisah
Di taman abadi bertemu wajah.
Poem I – Perplexed
I hold myself in state perplexed,
Wherefore these so-called friends have flexed
their blind obeisance to a thief
Who gladly lends this nation grief.
Affrightened, shocked, we then did gasp
at tales of nation’s riches grasp’d,
In revelations of ill gain
and debts of billions now retained
at cost of our own public purse
And echoes of our children’s curse.
And herein lies my ill content
My queried mind in bafflement
What makes these fools of certain grief
to take up cudgels for a thief,
To make false claims of justice bent
When Justice was what God had sent?
Perhaps our own minds were athwart
Too bubbled up to see the art?
Or mayhaps those who know facts well
were flummoxed at the blatant spell
T’was cast by Power’s heavy wand
That Great and Good would dumbly stand
aside as thieves ruled in their prime
with robes of gold to hide their grime,
and riches piled for those with might
to plunder all in broad daylight.
And in minority we stand
The few and frazzled of the land
Accused of being “out of touch”
We’re told that politics is such:
That “Bossku”’s cause is of the right,
That white is black and black is white!
Then destined are we for the fall
a nation that would not stand tall
to judge a thief a criminal,
but rather praise a convict’s gall.