Comments about abdurrahman sirajudeen
Tonight! I Write Sadness With Happiness
Wider spreading like sprinkling of grass
I wet pet fed on disappointment. My thoughts feel sorry
For who it resides with. I finger away
In chasing it faraway. For calamity it is,
When such nature being.
Indeed! Human is illiterate of his words, until
An unoccured occurs him. Until unexpectedness Open its mouth.
I know myself and I know to who myself really belong to.
I know who really I need to name.
And I write when I really need to write for lame.
I cry on disappointment for it crowns its branch on me.
An ink never scissor pen but it has.