yesterdays are still in memories
those memories teemed with mysteries
yet, bitter pills reign scratching this ugly heart
again, enshrining my newborn minds
i saw some people over laughing
while others are enjoying
and don't even care about their errands in lives
i was thinking,
i was just like them before
no one would ever know how it feels
how could there were no rains in December days
when umbrellas were already been prepared
but all of those things just vanished away
all of my beautiful days
seems like were all been fully written...
sometimes i tried to be the best i can
ensuring my faith, while holding it in hand
still, shamefulness emerges everytime i lost
lost in every tests You've tried on me
i just need You to love me
and You know i'm shy to tell about how i feel
and afraid if this feelings don't deserves for You
but, is there any space for a man like me in Your sight?
Oh, Allah..
thanks for everything
thanks for all the chances you left me..
hold my hand, oh please hold it Lord,
i can't handle all of these without you,
dont bring me back on my past.
Labels: A Letter to Allah
3 comments:
- At 25 November 2011 at 11:05 -man ana- said...
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aslmkm, is this azman's? :)
- At 26 November 2011 at 05:35 manman said...
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wlaikmslam, iya.
- At 26 November 2011 at 06:56 !!!اخوة لاسلام said...
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this poem is trying to illustrate about man who was lost in life and try to find the light,..to find the light thay'll show him the truth of life.... -mior amirul raffiq-