#727 On The National Scrabble Game

Acquiring alphabets to make long words
With eloquence we sing the Songs of Gold:
To farm for gain and hunt the teeming herds
And sift for value through goods bought and sold
A nation’s wealth is born from Knowledge, Grit
Of multitudes in aggregated wit.

#725 On The Mid Peacock (The Void)

Surpassing all in cleverness and wit 
At least that's how he fancies his own self
(Unknown to him, to others he's a twit
Consigned to "Tiresome" on their mental shelf)
He struts onstage with performative zest
So mid, yet certain that he is the best.

#734 On Pickleball In The Noonday Sun

To swat away the cares of weekly trials
A paddle neat in hand as chosen tool
Becomes my sword and shield 'gainst cunning wiles
Of players jousting smartly in the duel
In noonday heat we beat away the blues
In all events victorious, win or lose.

#731 Tentang Kenangan di Hening Malam

Dalam hening malam
Angin tenang mesra berbisik,
“Kagumilah setiap saat yang ada
Kerana dalam segenap satunya ada Dia
Ar-Rahman yang merahmati semua
Ar-Rahim yang mengasihani hamba-Nya
Tuhan yang melangkaui segala-gala.”

#728 On Lies and Friends

Sometimes, with friends
All they want to hear are
Lies that they need to believe in
Lies that won’t leave them broken
Lies that only a friend can tell.