Not waiting for a big prize | Tebuireng Online

Her hair was ever long
Her hair was ever long
dance in the wind of teenagers
combed with a finger full of dreams
with a heart that doesn’t know bitterly

Used to run without fear of falling
pedaling the bicycle, laughing at the sky
Read poetry under a tree
and save hope in a torn shirt pocket

The world was so broad at that time
And life feels like a sweet promise
who haven’t been kept

Now sit on the terrace
Now sit on the terrace
while staring at the leaves of one and one
feet are not as strong as before

But his eyes still keep the luster
Like the last star who survived at dawn

He didn’t say much
Just hear the beating clock
and the sound of his grandchildren to study in the living room

Every morning, it flushing flowers
not because the flower will bloom forever
But because he believes
Watering is the simplest form of love
which can be done without sound

Little hope that doesn’t want to die
It doesn’t ask much
just want to be able to continue to write the name of Allah
in his heartbeat which began to slow

and hope one day
his grandson considering his name when praying

It is not waiting for a big prize
just want his body to return to the ground
quietly

With a smile he never let go
Although life is not always easy
And at the end of everything

It brings a little hope:
I hope someone will plant trees
On his nails in the future
so that the birds still come
And the world is not too quiet when he leaves.

Writer: trough
Editor: Rara Zaryry

Tebuireng Magazine