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PUISI LAGI

PENAT

Sesat di rimba penuh ranjau

Janggal pada redup semuanya hijau

Rindu pada lampu kota berkilau-kilau

Bosan, benci, sakit hati bagai nak keriau

Kejut budaya rimba

Asing, lebih dari sumbang si kera

Memang rasa diri sebatang kara

Bicara: Ah! Ini hanya mula

Tamatnya entah bagaimana

Sedang yang dirasa hanya seksa

Pohon besar, akarnya menjalar-jalar bak ular

Biar batang boleh dibuat bersandar

Tapi tersadung lalu bercalar-balar

Aduh! Pedihnya bagai dikelar-kelar

Bedebah! Mau saja ditebang dan dibakar

Bicara: Sabar! Sabar!

Bila matahari tenggelam

Malam pastinya hitam

Datanglah nyamuk menerkam

Mujur bukan harimau membaham

Kaki lenguh, urat terseliuh

Sesaat mengeluh

Sesaat mengaduh

Badan hanyir bau peluh

Sudah, jangan nak mencemuh

Tunggu saja menjelang subuh

Ada cahaya dapat menyuluh

ASR’22092007- 11 Ram 1428, Melbourne


*herm..puisi kali ini temanya lain sikit dari tema2 biasa posts kat blog ni..huhu.. ni sekadar monolog dalaman seorg pelajar archi yg kerjanya bertimbun...kerja design yg begitu byk... puluhan drawings belum siap..bila buat asyik silap...penat la jugak! huuhu...
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hikMah said…
hati luluh
hati hancur
sedih kerana dunia
sedih lagi kerana akhirat
silap dalam design
tak kuhiraukan
silap dalam langkah mengetuk hati
lebih ku takuti
jangan pergi
jangan..
antara dua jalan
jalan itu tak mungkin sama...
jangan...tolong...
kerana, aku sayang kamu...
October 5, 2007 at 7:33 AM
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