THANKS
GOD
There
are women who are not tired
To
become a life watch
Despite
living a wretched life;
Some
days they eat, some days hungry
And
still believe
faithful
is heaven.
Thanks
God, there still is a woman
Who can
smile with just a handful of rice
and a
bunch of vegetables
you
bring home
she
immediately goes
to cook
deliciously in the kitchen
so that
everything is tasty
and you
enjoy it.
Thanks
God, there still is a woman
though
her skin is rough
and her
face is dull
sun
burnt or wrapped by the soil
or hurt
by the thorns,
by the wilderness or by the sea,
she
still obeys accordingly,
serves
wholeheartedly
only for
you.
Thanks
God, there still is a woman
although
a thousand times
you
broke her heart
and
broke your promises
though a
thousand times
her
tears overflowed
she
still wanted to stand by your side.
Thanks
God, there still is a woman
though
you never gave her
even a
single gold piece or gems
even
though not
a single
flower on her birthday
although
sometimes
your
pockets are empty
but only
sand that you bring home
her love
continues to soar
and not
a little does it decrease.
Thanks
God, there still is a woman
who
wants to welcome
your
stinking body
coated
in the rice field
smeared
by mud
she’s
still waiting for you
coming
home
like a
hero.
Thanks
God,
there still
is a woman
MOTHER'S
HAND
This is
the hand that feeds milk
and
porridge into your mouth
this is
the hand that cleanses the dirt
and mud
from your body
this is
the hand that flushes water
and
rubbing soap in your body
this is
the hand that washes the urine
and
cleans your back
this is
the hand cleaning your
vomit
and mucus from your fever
this is
the hand that holds you
on a
frightening night
or at a
worst daylight
this is
your hand that’s always held
walking
along the long river
or
climbing to the top of hills
this is
the hand that lifts you
when you
fall and roll
this is
the hand that saved you
when you
collapsed and fell
this is
the hand
which
rubbed both of your legs
until
you could stand on the earth
this is
the hand
that
enables you to be brave to stand up to your opponents
this is
the hand
that
teaches you all the letters
until
you reached the sky
and
understood the God
this is
the old hand, rotten nail and bone
that
with loyalty served you
until
the end of her breath.
Do not
leave this hand
just
because of a piece of cloth
which
you can buy with money
Do not
leave this hand
just
because of a fragrant cloth
for it
will disappear after being immersed
but this
hand, even after being cut off
from this
old body, still
not even
sword can break its love.
Bow
hold and
kiss this hand with your heart
because
there is nothing more fragrant
than
a lifted hand to God
Full of
love, forever
to
guarantee heaven
just for
you!
Sosonjan A. Khan or Sutera Kalbu as her pen name was born in Tenom, Sabah
and has been writing consistently for over 27 years, especially short stories,
poems, novels and articles for newspapers. To date, over 485 poems, 575 short
stories and articles have been mostly published in Mekar, Bahana, Sabah Times,
Borneo Post, Pelita Brunei, Media Permata and others.
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