Bermulanya Cuti 3 Bulan

90 hari!
Detik yang dinantikan akhirnya tiba.
Bukannya tak suka mengajar, tetapi keadaan diri yang memaksa.
Dah tak larat sangat.
Mengajar pun macam nak tak nak.
Tak selesa, tapi tetap bersabar.
3 bulan lagi aku akan kembali mendidik anak muridku.
Insya-Allah, dengan semangat yg lebih berkobar-kobar.
Dengan aktiviti yang lebih mencabar.
Yang akan menarik minat muridku untuk belajar.

Dalam hati sebenarnya ada rasa debar.
Dan juga tak sabar.
Menanti kelahiran pertama.
Pembawa bahagia kami sekeluarga.
Pengikat kasih sayang kami berdua.

Selamat tinggal SKUR.
Hujung bulan 5 nanti kita bersua.

Menghitung Hari Yang Mendebarkan

Hari berganti hari
Detiknya kian hampir
Kekadang rasa cemas
Dan kekadang rasa tak sabar
Menanti kehadiran orang baru
Dalam kehidupanku

Bagaimanakah rasanya?
Hanya pengalaman insan lain menjadi pedoman
Kesakitan yang disebut-sebut
Tak terjangkau oleh fikiran
Namun segalanya hilang
Bila melihat si kecil

Pengalaman pertama
Pastinya perit
7-8 jam sudah wajib
Hanya doa dan ayat-ayat
Menjadi peneman
Mempercepatkan kelahiran

Ya Allah, ku mohon permudahkanlah segalanya... Amin

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Sajak

Pengkalan Hulu

A little northernmost town
Sandwiched between hills
And virgin forest
A town I once took to roam
Pengkalan Hulu
Still dear to my heart

Forever it shall remain
Enshrined within me
Together in eternity
We shall live in harmony.

Once it was a mysterious haunt
Of terrorists
masked and armed
Killers from killer regime
The armed CPM.
The enemies moved in her pockets
Of green foliages
That sustained them to rid of the law
And to claim this land of Malaysia
unto their hands
Bloody hands.

My beloved Pengkalan Hulu
Was famed for *CPM
Yet now she is still famous
But for her warm beauty
That spans the scope of our vision.

Her gentle gesture
Hidden amidst the trees
And the soothing touch
Mingles with the breeze
She smiles beautifully
An enemy’s heart shall mellow immediately.

Though by years
I am staying far
The pang of separation
Pains my heart every minute
My mind caresses the old memories.

The trails that divide the forest
I tracked passionately
Rubbing the jutting leaves
And branches of the old trees
My trails were carpeted well
By beautiful brown leaves
Of various shapes and sizes
That to this day I owe her
My gratitude for feasting my sight
With enchanting beauty
Unparalleled by any.

Pengkalan Hulu, my sweetheart
I miss you a lot
I wish I can bring me to succumb in you
So in you I shall expand for another birth
On this same land of yours.
Physically I am at a distant away
Yet in my mind it’s your face
I see unwaveringly.

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*The disbanded Communist Party of Malaya.

written by Cyclopseven Ram