My Haiku:I wrote this haiku
with the hope that just maybe.
It blows you away.
Introduction:The name is irrelevant.
The person is male.
The age is older.
The stories are true.
This blog is mine.
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Seloka di bulan puasa: The Return
Bulan jaga minum dan makan,
Bukan takat tu je yang tahan,
Nafsu kita yang mengalahkan setan.
Bangun bersahur di awal pagi,
Ketika lena dibuai mimpi,
Kena pulak tengah terbayangkan Siti,
Bila terjaga, rasa nak maki.
Nak tak nak, terpaksa la pergi,
Bersahur bersama dengan family,
Muka dan mulut tak payah cuci,
Rupa macam terlepas serenti.
Lauk semalam di celah gigi,
Tambah pulak dengan air liur basi,
Permulaan yang baik di pagi hari.
Suasana di ofis sangatlah muram,
Muka masing-masing, gile masam.
Tetapi juga, ada yang happy,
Aktif berjalan ke sana sini.
Kita juga naik pelik,
"Apsal bawak bungkus dalam beg plastik?"
Pasar Ramadhan wajib ada,
Boleh dijumpai di mana-mana,
At every street and every corner,
Confirm jual juadah berbuka.
Kuih-muih bermacam kaler,
Bermacam jenis beraneka rupa,
Masakan Minang sampai ke Jawa,
Cakap je apa, mesti ada.
Bila pergi, rasa nak beli semua,
Macam dirasuk hantu puaka,
Kita kekadang bole naik gila,
Tak cukup satu, beli je lima.
Tiba berbuka, kita balun semua,
Tak payah pandang kiri dan kanan,
Selesai sudah, mulut ternganga,
Sambil bergegas nak pergi jamban.
Sunat Tarawikh kita laksanakan,
Awal bulan, semangat berapi,
Bila sampai penghujung bulan,
Liat la pulak, asyik tengok Mawi.
Saya ni bukanlah macam bagus sangat,
Perangai teruk, bercakap je hangat,
Sama-samalah kita semua mengingat,
Takut nanti puasa tak berkat,
Pahala takde, puasa je penat.
The month of Ramadhan is sacred and holy,
Always brings a touch of melancholy,
In all of my life's short history,
It never fails to make me happy.
And to end this failed piece of poetry,
Have a happy and blessed Ramadhan, to everyone and everybody.