They were Gone |

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The morning has sent the warmth
when the ringing of the telephone turned into incomparable agony.
A word has arrived in a locked chest.
You are going in unexpected ways.
There is no hint of a mark
or the people around you are too busy with their toys

It turns out this is how it feels
and for me not the first
when two beautiful angels stopped nine months in the stomach
then they go away as children I haven't had the chance to have.

Feeling like hanging in a bubble of wind,
moving from point to point, controlled by God.
And we can never control the wind
or control the screen.

They are the ones who control us in various forms,
then we try to adapt it.
Sometimes it works, but more often it fails.
However, never stop trying.

Sadness and happiness come and go
and we try to take the wisdom behind it.
Sometimes it works, but more often it fails, but we keep trying.

This departure is like a dream,
but the pain is real.

I thought about the bad people in this world,
whose lives cultivate power
accumulate treasure by wrongdoing others.
So many, why didn't they just leave this way?

But God works beyond logic
He calls the best people in a tragic way,
but that tragic word emerged from the human head
who have not understood the wisdom behind it. []

Lorong Asa, September 14, 2020

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Noted:
This poem is to commemorate the passing of my two daughters; Aishah and Salsabila Putri who died in 2001 and 2004. God has raised them in heaven.

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