EMAK…IA…KITA

Mak, ia pergi ia hilang ia tak kembali
Ia pergi berjualan susu
Tak akan ia kembali sebelum berada
Walau hancur jiwa hancur sukma
Mak, jangan pedih jangan sedih jangan getir
Ia masih jujur masih mengemban nilaimu
Ia tak menyopet, tak merampok, tak berbohong
Ia hanya jual susu kepada pria
Apa salah ia, Mak?
Makan ia makan kita
Dengan ia menjual susunya
Lihat, Mak, datang ia tergopoh-gopoh
Tak ada lagi yang bisa dijualnya
Semuanya sudah terenggut sudah terpecut sudah terkuncup
Emak…
Pantas ia terima dipeluk kita
Jangan emak bermuram kata bermuram muka
Susunya adalah sesuap nasi untuk kita, untuk emak
Peluk ia, Mak
Ia datang dengan harap dengan asa
Rengkuh ia sang jiwa pasrah itu, Mak
Bahagia emak, sakitnya
Damai emak, kucuran peluhnya……..

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Fire Dance

Searching, staring, into the field Softly through the humming silence Flowing stillness, the caressing waves Her fire, her spirit, her floating hair Breathing, colour, the trace she weaves The shimmer, the light, the dance of fire Formed, ceaseless, organic rhythm The drum, the crackle, the deepest dark Touching, beauty, beyond the moment In time, she lives, behind my eyelids AIKA Markham, ON, CA 28062018
Read more

Stay

Never know how to feel, Something you steal When you look at me With your eyes, as blue as the sea Never know what to say, Seeing you every day So close yet so far You and I are Never know where to go, Time can be very slow When the fire inside is suppressed Suffocated, in my chest But I know this: Those hands I wanna hold ‘till my hair turns grey and old Those eyes I wanna stare into All day and night through Those lips I wanna kiss Because that’s where I find bliss That chest I wanna lay on From dusk till dawn. Please stay. AIKA Sarnia, ON, CA 19062018
Read more

Is That Love?

The night confides to the moon, That his soul is not as dark as it always seems. The sun proudly lingers on the noon, Makes him madly regret, that he belongs on the other side of the time continuum. One shall not ponder Of where the wind would blow Air is an invisible matter one would wonder Its existence is dictated merely on its flow So what would happen that the air is unseen? What state of mind would you clearly see it in? Shall you be broken? To realize one’s wholeness? Shall you be beaten? To see one’s roundness? Running and running in circle Like a dog chasing its tail Looking for a thing to hold in this bubble What possibly could make us fail? Love is no more than an infinite shades of colors Just like… morning One would think it is a new beginning One would see it as the time for returning Fire, oh the fire embodied in every molecule Preserve it as a jewel For when it’s dimmed and faded One would become jaded ...
Read more