#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.

#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.

#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.