Kamboja di Gurun Sahara

Cantik bersih si kamboja putih
Menyeka debu si duri kaktus
Wewangian bersambut gigih
Dari lembutnya buat menagih
                        Senja datang si bunga kamboja
                        Tetap di dahan terpajang manja
                        Putih menetap lekat berhangat
                        Kamboja kini menutup rapat
Sahara padang nan memesona
Kamboja ada tak sepantas ia
Karena panas membuat sirna
Kamboja terpahat meyakin ia
                        Hujan datang kala malam, kata ia
                        Bukan khayal fatamorgana pula tak
                        Terus kamboja menunggu petang ia
                        Tak bergeming pula menetak
Nyata malam tak pula kunjung
Kamboja sayang kamboja malang
Ia buntung
Ia usang
Kamboja tenang ia bertahan
Menunggu hujan menunggu malam
Ia teguh akan merekah
Karena merekah merebak wangian
Malam pasti datang menjelma kelam
Ia merekah tak jua megah
Kamboja masih mengadah langit ‘tuk merekah

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