Dosa murka berbalas luka Asal mangsa jadi penjajah Tanah Gaza berlembar duka Tujuh dekad bermandi darah Dosa bunuh berbalas bunuh Insan kerdil terdagang nyawa Satu dunia berjiwa rusuh Hati ummah remuk meronta Apa mungkin masih berdiam Apa mungkin berpejam mata Hati marak jangan diredam Jalan aman cari bersama.
On The Idiot Box
There I was, sunk into myself, eyes glazed
As a parade of beguiling sights and
Sounds charm me like a beady-eyed serpent
Needy, greedy in my des’prate desire
To forget, to beget my own slumber
Against the roaring din of existence.
On The Israeli Bombardment of Al Ahli Hospital
Too many eyes have been wounded tonight
Eyes which have wept wet tears of blinding grief
Now red, bleared, livid with war’s burning fog.
Bloodshot eyes, now braying for the blood of
Children, women whose only sin is that
They dare to insist on the right to live.
On J M W Turner’s The Field of Waterloo
Charged lightning pours an
Angry light on this field of
Deaf, dumb, dead bodies.
On Our Prayer
I whispered to God,
And in her ear, a prayer for
His Benediction.
On J M W Turner’s Yacht Approaching The Coast
Bright blinding sky casts
Eddied reflections on the
Muddy, jealous sea.
Tentang Rezki Tiada Diundang
Kaya sungguh khazanah Tuhan
Rezki datang tiada diundang
Tumbuh harap di hati rawan
Bagai bunga mekar berkembang
Mekar kembang tiada terkilan
Besar hati menadah budi
Undang tuan hamba junjungkan
Moga rezki kemas terpatri.
On Raindrops in Bloomsbury
Faint droplets fall in
Whispered hush - my eyeglasses
Mist up, smeared with wet.
On Knopps’ Iced Chocolate
Under torrent lash
Of solar glare, I sip my
Cup of languid bliss.
On The Fleeing Doe
She fled away in
The night, doe-like, chased away
By her Growling Bear.