Pantun 2 kerat

For all the tears that you saw me shed
For all the years that you kissed me to bed

Then came the day that we both disagree
All the pain in the world that you didn't want me to see

And now that we're half the world apart
Your tears fell first before I depart

The sound of your voice, the smile on your face
Is always what I need to go through this phase

But mum don't worry, the time will fly
If Allah permits, I'll be home in July

And dad, you make me smile for every little thing
Like the way you always wave goodbye on the screen

And when you hold, it makes me feel secure
Like there is no obstacle that I can't endure

As you already knew, I love you with all of my heart
Thank you for being for me there right from the start

95% Original

Roses are red

Violets are blue

This is getting old like Fred (Astaire)

But I don't want it to

Red pen

Blue pen

Sometimes it feels like the end

But all you gotta do is take another chance!

Cats scratch

Owls stare

The syllables doesn't match

But I don't care

p/s post exam syndrome :)

Look at Me

This poem is taken from http://duawrites.com/poetry/islam/look-at-me/

Look at me

Not at the scarf on my head

Look at me

Not at the body you can’t see

Look at me

Not at the images on TV

Look at me

Not at the oppression you think you see

Look at me

Not at the domination you say you see

Look at me, at the face that stands before you, at the girl that stands in front of you..

Look at me and listen..

I’m sick of the stares, sick of the glares..

The misconceptions, the thoughts, the ideas

Thoughts and ideas that I can see in your eyes

The way your eyes don’t meet mine

The way you turn and change your mind

Like I’m something undefined, an out of this world find

Thoughts and ideas that I can almost hear

“What century did she come from?”

“Let’s get out of here; we don’t know what’s under that”

“Look at how she’s dressed, she’s must be so oppressed”

You don’t know me, you don’t understand me..

So stop with the judging and hear me

The clothing that I wear, the covering of my hair..

I do it for my Lord, the one Creator..

Not because of man, no human dictator

One goal in this life, and that’s pleasing the Maintainer

So I try to turn the other cheek, to let it go…

But at times… it’s just too much.. too much handle, too much to bear

I often wake up hoping it’s all a dream…

Wishing that things were different

Praying that I wouldn’t have to answer the same questions,

Over and over…do you have hair? Do you have ears?

If it’s education they’re seeking, I would not care

…sigh…

But those times are few.. my faith, it leads me through..

So today I wake up with my head held high

Grab my backpack, and head out the door..

As I cross the street, I wave to my neighbor

After a right at the corner I hear a honk and turn around..

“Go back home” the driver yells…

I sigh and continue walking ….  But this is home …

The Best Poem of 2008

The best poem of 2008  This poem was nominated by UN as the best poem of 2008, Written by an African Kid  When I born, I black When I grow up, I black When I go in Sun, I black When I scared, I black When I sick, I black And when I die, I still black  And you white fellow  When you born, you pink  When you grow up, you white  When you go in sun, you red  When you cold, you blue  When you scared, you yellow  When you sick, you green  And when you die, you gray

 

And you calling me colored?  


crdts to my dad for sharing ;)