With words divine You guide the lost, the strayed
Through his untutored tongue, Your blest words flowed
Two thousand years since, still the sharpest blade
To cut a swathe through Evil's darkened road
In times of darkness we hold fast to this
Your Book, a compass guiding us to Bliss.
#461 On Resisting Trepid Fears
Betrothed by fate to this uncertain life
One foot in front of foot we trudge ahead
Behind this veil of ignorance our rife
Anxiety breeds ungainly thoughts unsaid
Perplexed, we must resist such trepid fears
Lest we derive a life awash in tears.
#442 On Cancer Within Your Ranks
For years, you climbed your way to long-sought power
The price you’ve had to pay was steep indeed
And now, this cancer grows with rank devour
It reeks with stench of ever-present greed
The teacher now obeys the student’s way
This cancerous mass within your ranks holds sway
#440 On Politesse
With open heart I reach past smiles contrived
To venture past the void of hearts unknown
To pierce into the place where lives are lived
To risk unproven friendships overthrown
My olive branch not overtly dismissed
But glanced aside with mannerly resist.
#438 Tentang Janji Remaja
Di bawah cahya rembulan cerah
Janji kasih terjalin mesranya
Jiwa jasad seluruh kau serah
Tanpa silu ikrar selamanya
Apa erti berjanji remaja
Benarkah tak terluntur dek masa?
#436 Tentang Langau Yang Mau Bebas
Demi kuasa, kau tepiskan malu
Demi harta, berjuta kau sapu
Walau jatuh ke tanah, masih kau
Cuba melompat, cuba melangkau
Tiada insaf walaupun tertumpas
Masih melangau, menuntut bebas.
#434 On My List of 100 Things to be Grateful For in My Life
A hundred ways I'm grateful for this Life
A hundred times I'm blessed by God above
Within the daily din of baying strife
I've armed my soul with Kindness and with Love
With pen and paper, in my solitude
I count my blessings with deep gratitude.
#433 On Echoes of Friendships Past
Our friendships echo loud through muddled Time
And even in the darkest night, alone
The memories come alive in gentle rhyme
For all our sins, these warm ties do atone
And even though our lives now barely meet
I treasure this: no lies, no bald conceit.