Malam yang gelap
Mengandung duka lara
Yang tak terungkap.
#429 Tentang Sang Pekerja Asing di Klinik Kucing
Dua tangannya berurat kuat
Merangkul erat sang kucing manja
Senyum redup pada wajah kesat
Menguntum rahman pada binarnya
Mata yang sering lama terkusam
Dulu pudar, kini bercahaya
Pada hidup yang lama terkelam
Kini sinar tenang gah tersulam.
#426 On Curses
I curse you.
I curse you for the smearing of our good names.
For your insinuations.
For your callous determination, to destroy our good works.
For your cowardice, in hiding behind the veil of power
to push us off the precipice.
I curse you, in this blessed month of Ramadan.
May your aims all go awry.
May your works crumble into ash.
May your evil doings find their way back to you,
transmuted into evils committed unto you.
May the miseries you inflict on others,
be heaped unto you in series a millionfold.
I curse you, and may God curse you too.
#425 Tentang Hari Raya Yang Bakal Menjelma
Hari Raya bakal menjelma
Manis senyum makin melebar
Buang duka buanglah lara
Moga bahgia meranum mekar.
#422 Tentang Hari-Hari Yang Meluntur
Satu persatu
Hari hari berlalu
Aku terluntur.
#421 On My Pocketful of Prayer
In silent hours of early morn I wait
As coming dawn presages Life’s rude trials
I lie awake, regarding Fortune’s bait
These dwindling hours deride my fraught denials
I must away to face Life’s ruthless glare
No sword, no shield, just pocketful of prayer.
#418 On Secrets
We don’t have secrets
From each other; at least none
That truly matter.
#417 On That Poor Child
I think about him, now, sometimes
That poor, lost, lonely, saddened child
Clinging onto those broken rhymes
His life uncertain, desperate, wild
But wild, too, were his little dreams
To seek Success, and through that, Love
And now he knows, beyond what seems
Love comes when he trusts Him, Above.
#416 On Our Late Night Drives
Late at night, we drive
Around town, talking about
Life, and Love, and Us.
#414 On The Pouncing Puffin
A flurry of fur,
black and white, pouncing on the
bouncing ping-pong ball.