Hoi! Siapa yang bodoh?
Engkaukah yang ditawan bangang
Atau akukah yang tersimpuh malang?
#730 Tentang Bayang-Bayang
Bayang-bayang itu
Datang sekilas dan terus hilang
Mata hati terbakar gersang
Dan aku merasa hilang…
Hilang dalam gering jiwa
Yang meronta mencabik menggarang.
#729 On Collective Surveys
In colonnades of many-coloured hues
The gathered crowd opines in aggregate
We strain to give true voice to diff’ring views
And lend some solid shape to tense debate
The cut and thrust of thoughts in mannered form
Conceals the roiling growls - a muted storm.
#728 Tentang Penghargaan Buat Dr Kat
Buat istri yang paling tercinta
Penghargaan yang maha tertinggi
Kasih dinda membunuh sengsara
Meleburkan rasa rendah diri
Rasa syukur yang terpaling dalam
Menyinar ruang hati yang kelam.
#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.
#726 On The Great Melaka Race
In the midday sun
Frantically chasing checkpoints
A genial whirlwind.
#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.
#733 On Mediocrity (The Song of Salieri)
“The patron saint of mediocrities!
Absolve, I will, your poor misshapen souls
Beset by blazing insecurities
I am of you: we, hollow wizened ghouls!”
The chains of Envy, his own earthly Hell
That burns and leaves behind an empty shell.
#732 Tentang Perganyangan Masa
Ganyanglah masa yang ada
Buru dan lumatkan setiap satu saat
Yang datang singgah bagai merpati yang pemalu
Mampir sedetik dan akhirnya terbang pulang
Masa
Tamat
Pilu
Usang.