We may not be a rich nation
And we are certainly not a big nation
But we are a big-hearted nation
Congo, Bosnia, Somalia, Bangladesh, Gaza
Wherever there is conflict
Wherever there is suffering
There we are: Malaysia.
#562 On the Poetry of Everyday Things
I want to write about
The poetry of everyday things:
The smell of coffee in the morning
The gentle breeze as I look out the balcony
The fragrance of the flowers on the window sill
The bark of the dogs down in the valley
The growl of the cars zooming past on the road
The uncles and aunties taking their morning walks
The security guard nodding sagely from a distance
The cats lounging by the side of the street
You holding my hand, flashing that smile that makes me fall in love with you all over again, everyday.
#561 Tentang Penolakan Terhadap Kekolotan
Kerangka kolot
Yang mengkotakkan kita:
Tolak semuanya!
#560 Tentang Doa Yang Tak Terlafaz
Setiap hela nafas
Adalah doa yang tak terlafaz
Mensyukuri nikmat-Mu
Mengagumi agung-Mu
Mengharapkan ampun-Mu
Tuhan yang Maha Teratas
Tanpa Engkau, aku tiada asas.
#559 Tentang Pemejaman Mata Berjamaah
Kerana kuasa
Kita pejamkan mata
Dusta
Noda
Akur
Anjung.
#558 On Girls and Their Things
One by one
They lined up, parading
Dainty fingers pointing to
Ring, bracelet
Ring, watch, handbag
Watch, ring, bracelet, ring
Watch, necklace
Bracelet, watch, handbag
Breathlessly rattling
APM Monaco
LV
Hermés
Swarovski
Diamond
Rolex
Lovisa
Shein
Giggles and screams
Peddling delightful dreams
Of things, things, things.
#557 On The Days
A river of words
Snaking through the valley of
My quotidian days.
#556 Tentang Hari Paling Cemerlang
Yang aku rai:
Hari paling cemerlang.
Ya, komorebi.
#554 On The Blind Man of Gaza
I would rather You
Strike me blind, O God
Than for me to have to see
This blasphemy before me
What good are these eyes
If all they see is
This valley of unending tears?
#553 On The Rushing Days
The days rush by
With the jibber jabber of words said
And the hurly burly of things to be done
And the helter skelter of events
("Events, dear boy, events" was what he said)
The days anoint our lives
And mark the passing of Time
And the passing of friends
In the pursing of Time remaining
The dwindling of our days
Our lives, with each day erased
The passing of dazed souls
Meeting their final end
I try to catch the days
As they rush by:
The futility irks me
Even as Death lurks, erasing the days
And I try to catch the rays
Of sunlight as they fall at my feet
Each day, until the day
When Death will come to greet.