Calvary of a Machine
[Poetry]
by Rohaina S. Dansal
He chased his dreams like a machine
Empty fuel, ailing engine
A melting steel, deprived of sleeping
A deceiving smile he’s wearing
Battling in war with sole aim
To survive the long day again
Despite the cuts and bruises he gains
The injured mind, the blatant pain
To read and read, his daily grind
Reading books is like human mind
And human minds, they’re hard to decode
But he’s trying, trying to code
On his bed, a witch would invade
A scary foe, he can’t evade
Doubts and trembling, blues kept playing
Alone in the dark, he kept brawling
He’s human with fragile heart
No matter how he falls apart
When the sun appears again in the sky
He sees hope for another try
The Withered Flowers
[Poetry]
by Rohaina S. Dansal
This haven, like a sight of spring
A sea of flowers is blossoming
Where few became part of your journey
These few, could also be many
The smiles of these distinct flowers
The way you called them, a heritage
You see them in your daily wonders
And some were now in their old age
You who are engrossed in sprouting
Once in a while, you’re appalling
Unwilling to embrace the truth
That some had withered or lost their youth
Time is best for someone as young as you
Robust in all you want to pursue
But in chasing the road you’ve taken
Some might get missed or forgotten

You must be logged in to post a comment.