Sunday, April 26, 2009

Rindukan Bulan

Now the sky is not clear
Soon it will shed its tear

Then my herd would scatter away
I would be behind and left astray

My grin will then be fading
As the sickness invading

Though my heart would swear
My little mouth couldn't bear

I would still slam the casket door
And it will crush my very core

The moon wouldn't care and run away
Satan would be hunting his perfect prey

All that left is my fragile creed
The fruit of learn, I plant the seed

Oh Thy Lord the Most Exalt
Do grant me a scholar's heart

Because I will not step outside
Through this poetry is how I'd hide

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