Tengkuputeh

IS THIS LOVE. She is an embodiment of different, indifferent nature. Her face was as calm as the lake of unexpected depth for anyone.

THE MEANING OF NOSTALGIA. The past never stands alone. If the past stands alone, it will never exist. We remember, and that actually links what we remember something that reappears in our heads with the heads that are present in our bodies today. That’s why people do not remember everything completely.

HOPE FOR PEACE. A Poem was written when the Aceh conflict is at its peak. In every war that suffers most, the most miserable are weak and helpless.

A POEM ABOUT MORNING
When I woke up this morning
I realize life continues then
Looked straight ahead
With my head upright

SELF EVALUATION. Tonight, in this muhasabah1), along with the notes I have ever made. I realized with such a high ego, I made artificial wings, and when I fell, wounded others. I am sorry for the mistakes I made, and the mistakes that occurred because I did not do.

POETRY OF KINDERGARTEN
children play ball in raindrop
in the joy of togetherness
children play ball without burden of misery

POETRY OF THE WANDERER. Fate has even surprised a man, in a short number of years. How the same hometown looks so alien when looked at different times, all changed.

Happy for those who have
Pain for the poor
Like oil and water
Very disagreeing about taste

FRUITS OF ANGER
Scorching heat of the sun
Bring a thousand curses at heart
On the sidelines of wind bring sad story
Scatter broken branches

The Poet, there must be a man who believes in the power of a heart that believes in truth, even though he never believed in the face of truth.