browsing through my brother's poem & short stories book
eh dah lain rupanya sekarang...
and one poem sure did caught my attention
He had such quiet eyes
He had such quiet eyes
she did not realise
They were two pools of lies
Layered with thinnest ice
to her, those quiet eyes
Were breathing desolate sighs
Imploring her to be nice
and to render him paradise
If only she'd been wise
And had listened to the advice
Never to compromise
With pleasure-seeking guys
She'd be free from "the hows and whys"
Now here's a bit of advice
Be sure that nice really means nice
Then you'll never be losing at dice
Though you may lose your heart once or twice
Bibsy Soenharjo, 1968
Nice kan?
actually i was looking for an inspiration nak adapt poem
as an assignment for our antibiotic presentation
browse through banyak jugak poem lame2
sonnet 18, dead crow, road not taken etc
but this one's a winner..
tengoklah nak buat macam mana ni
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