Category Poems

One for all, all for one

Father,Loyal, Understanding, Mother,Love, Undying Family,my lovely family,A circle of ringsA close galaxyMy everything FamilyWith all their flaws and faultsTo me they are perfect in their imperfectionsFor I will surely keep in a vaultAll that i feel for them; love and…

The Traveller

I am a traveller on a journey,A journey of knowledge,On a path to fill this thirst. O lonely rocks,Do you not wish to traverse the world?Enjoying sights unknown. Join me!Let’s walk together on this journey,A journey full of wonders. Voyage…

We Teach

~We teach   because there is a great fulfillment that comes  in working with boys   and girls.   ~We teach   because We wanted to be sculptors,   and We can do so,   by shaping lives for the future.   ~We teach   because…

Moving On

I need to move on, not because moving is required of me,  but because still water becomes stagnant, a rock unturned collects moss…  I need to move on, not because moving is forced upon me,  but because time doesn’t stand…

ToT2014: Art of Poetry Session

Last few days, I went for a ToT course in KL. Had the opportunity to meet my lecturer from MPIK, Ms Shobha. She showed us how poetry can be fun for our students. Via a number of activities, student can…

Patience Is A Virtue

A Patient Spider

  We wait and we reap, what we sow in heaps; for patience is a virtue, that pays and it is true.

Anak Kecil Berlari-lari

Anak kecil berlari-lari, Riang, gembira, sambil tertawa, Indah sungguh ibu pertiwi, Aman, damai, sentiasa. Nun jauh di sana, Anak kecil berlari-lari, Sedih, berlinangan air mata, Berlari, menyelamatkan diri. Tidakkah kau lihat wahai kawan, Bumi bertuah, hijau melata, Syukurlah diri wahai…

Kala Fajar Menyinsing

Kala bulan terpaku sayu di puncak rumbia, Kala aku termanggu sepi di ulit angin; Kala awan terpinggir lemah di tepi rimba, Kala aku geletar sejuk di hambat angin. Kala yang tinggal hanya desiran bayu, Kala yang pasti hanya bunyian segar;…

My Tired Heart

The cloud billows, The sail unfurls, My heart is full, Full of sorrow. The bird chirps, The stream gurgles, My heart struggles, Struggling to work. The wind blows, The eagle careened, My heart is tired, Overworked and slow. The flowers…

If Virtues

If silence is gold. Why can we never hold, ourselves in silence, nor have the patience. If patience is virtue. Why don’t we have the virtue, to just stay in file, or just work till five. If honesty is the…