(Note: At the time this poem was written, these 7 colours of a rainbow were really significant in my life. Today, apart from them who are I'm still very closed to, extra colours of rainbow have appeared even since and illuminate my life. To name a few... Cik Jue and the four boys I met in IPIK- Am, Nazmi, Haziq and Jais. Of course, if i have time, i'll write something about them)
The Lasses
Seven
Stripes of a rainbow, which is not a rainbow.
End of a journey will never be in dictionary.
Restless body and mind will be an excuse not.
Might not look mighty, yet,
Independent!
Shy yet not so shy.
Yes, not that shy.
Armed with love.
Inspire sapiens.
Do it to the fullest.
Aim high.
Try the best to comfort the rest
Until...
Last breath.
‘I’ usually disappear.
Zero, almost, for self.
May be the cruelest.
And yet, a kind-hearted
Zzzzz…. Late night, no, early ‘morning’!
To strive the best,
Endless effort is prerequisite.
Overcome every obstacle.
Hundreds won’t be a problem.
A good fruit
Nature or nurtured?
It might be debatable.
Still, it is a good fruit.
Master of chatterbox
And sometimes master of all trades.
A world-class educator
Looking forward to be.
Seven
Stripes of a rainbow, which is not a rainbow
Yet, the seven
Make up a rainbow.
12 June 2006, 0001
the 4 last lines are the most meaningful...love it.
ReplyDeleteDamn it!! Now I'm all teary! Cisssssss!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteps:Alas, you posted this poem. Wuuuuu
pps: Maz texted me yesterday. She said she missed us all. The cruelest, but kind hearted (with bare buttock) hahahaha