Senin, 03 Oktober 2011

Puisi: NEVER DIE FOR TEACHERS

NEVER DIE FOR TEACHERS

by: Adin Nazamuddin


Where should this face kupalingkan

when my soul torn apart

I felt my world an increasingly mortal mortal

in my mind that diluluhlantahkan fecklessness



          Where do I find my world again

          the first of many colors, white and black

          but the bright, shining ten thousand asa

Children of the nation ... slalu torch shone through the horizon

Gold ink in the pen ... has given rise to human beings with dignity

but ... the roar-roar and dust

mirrors obscure liver

until the man is no longer recognize the black and white

but ...

Engraved in my soul hopes

my world is no longer ogled the forehead frown

no longer seized by the hands of the devil

sandals are not crushed by steel legs

because teachers never die


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