Overdevelopment in Bali
The Farmers lose valuable water
For use in the hotels

The mushrooming developments have clogged irrigation channels
To rice fields inland,
Often driving them up and driving up the cost of tending the land

The shrinking amount of land available
Has threatened Bali's self-sufficiency in rice

Tourism benefits the economy
But the environment should also be respected

A String of letters
The Height of a man stand in the middle of a lush padi field
They spell, "Not for sale,"
Gede Agus says the words
Are meant to scare off investors

This is his land
He inherited from his ancestors

Development must be halted

I raced across from field to field,
Felt the wind sweeping past my face;
Feast’d my eyes on the golden yield:
On the padi dancing with grace.

A rain-drop rested on my palm,
A silver-drop from heavens high.
Nature’s cool freshness is a balm,
Rests the mind aft resting the eye.

I saw a youthful sunny face
Whose eyes were flushed with a soft light;
As at it I did gape and gaze,
The world grew dim, the face grew bright.

I shook my head, I blinked my eyes;
Across the face danced a soft glow.
It smiled and dimmed into the skies;
I looked everywhere high and low.

I saw it thrice, I lost it thrice;
I missed it a hundred times more.
It seemed to tease with gentle eyes,
And with parting smiles left me sore.

Bada mushkil tha woh Lamha tere dar se nikal ne ka...
Ke ruqsat ** rahi thi main magar ek juz wahin par tha...

Thi aankhein aansuon se pur qadam aage hi na badhta...
Nazar mein kuch nahi tha Dil mera shiddat ke ranjh mein tha...

Kuch aisi kaifiyat mein chal padi Chalna muqaddar tha...
Kabhi lautungi main dar pe mere Zehn mein mere yehi chalta...

Yun hi chalti rahi, main *** kahan par Yeh na kuch socha...
Jo peeche dekha maine ghar bohot hi door tha choota...

Ke ab to raasta bhi ghar ka mere mujh ko naa dikhta...
Ke kaise jaungi main ghar ko mere mujh ko na tha pata...

Mere atraaf mein bas tha bayabaan aur veeraana...
Zamane bhar ki thokar ka Yeh pehla sa tajurbah tha...

Safar se thak chuki thi main aur mayoosi ka aalam tha
Par Tu ne chod na mujh ko diya Bebas besahara.....

Achanak dasht o sehra mein woh aaya ek masiha tha...
Badi hi door se dikhta mujhe us shaks ka saaya...

Usi ne rehnumaai ki sahi simt us ne dikhlaya...
Khushi se jhoom uthi main jo pata ghar jaane ka paaya...

Mujhe jaana kahan aur kis tarah Yeh ramz tha pehchaana...
Ke saathi ban rahe the "Ain" tere Na Tanha aalam tha...

Safar ab khushnuma tha har taraf manzar suhana tha..
Ke ab bhi chal rahi *** par safar ab na tha anjaana..

Hum  to  yun  aam   hai,  pur naaz    hotey
Warna  ap   par   bhi   asar   andaz   hotey

Tere  saaz  se  kaha  mili   hai  meri  awaaz
Phir   tere   asraar    ke    humraaz   hotey

Dikhatey hum manatey  hai  yaaru ko kaise
Kabhi  aa.kar wo hum se  to naraaz  hotey

Is Ishq me daikhey  hain  jo  Qatal gah  bhi
Kaash  us   inteha  ke  hum  aghaaz   hotey

Is  bey-jaan shayiri se wo ro padi  Sharafat
Shayir na hotey, kam az kam jaanbaz hotey

Do you want corruption eradicated?
We need to wake up from this dream called "Niger Company Limited"
Else corruption will fester unabated
With accusations and counter accusations
Today, like yesterday, they tried to bridle the horse
That this also may be swept under the rug
"Na padi padi Government we dey"
Rest in peace to the fight against corruption in "Naija"

This is now a charade, a national comic
With mind shattering evidences rendered
We still found ourselves here, but why?
Of a truth my kinsmen, "There was a country"
These dis-honourable honourable already  shared the country for themselves
Here them shouting "It's okay, it's okay. What is okay, please?
All these drama kings and fainting thieves
"Kpomkpi, una time go reach. Cell na turn by turn"

They fed on our Niger Delta and polluted our lands
Subjected my people to extreme poverty and hardships  
Left our children stranded in white man's lands
Watch, they will soon retreat to a "Closed door" in a bid to sell us a dummy
Sometimes I crave for a Ghadafi to sanitise our lands
I think we will just be better of if we are re-colonised
The mud is thrown up and now it will stick
What a master stroke from a student of Robert Greene

Today is a sad day in this animal kingdom we call "A country"
The screen play today is epic and deserves an oscar
When they eat our yams they are healthy
When it is time for accountability they feign sickness
As I play and recall the scenes of today in my head
I fear for this generation and the one to come
Before you retire tonight, please say a prayer for Nigeria
Because from the beginning, it was not so...

Sore, pasca hujan turun.

Kami menyusuri setapak di pinggir hampar padi demi beberapa bungkus mi.
Seperjalanan kami hanya membicarakan hal-hal kecil yang belum pernah diperhatikan masing-masing dari kami.
Seakan paus di laut begitu penting dibahas dari perjalanan kecil itu.
Kami bawa payung satu-satu, tapi tanpa payung sepertinya teduh sudah hadir.

Kami juga pernah pulang lewat jalan kecil yang berakhir di muka ungaran setelah makan siang.
Dia; temanku menatap nanar muka ungaran.
Wajah kecilnya tersapu rambutnya yang mengikut angin.
Ia teringat teras rumah, teh hangat, dan ibunya yang tiada.
Udara bukan main sejuk, tapi ceritanya bukan main menusuk.

Aku suka petrikor.
Ia selalu berhasil mengundang rona juga lara.
Salah satu anugerah tersederhana yang pernah tercipta seakan hanya untuku saja.

My homeland when this day I see,
Looks like a fairyland to me;
With its bright and dazzling lights,
Shining everywhere at night.
Beautiful my homeland fore’er shall be;
May its fairy-lights shine eternally;
Increase may its fame and glory,
As is now my country’s story.
Higher and higher its buildings grow;
How changed it is from eight years ago!
Vegetable-fields are many,
They’re grown instead of padi.
Many too are cars, tramcars, and buses –
They drive carefully for life is precious.
Streets, houses, things and all,
Are not the same anymore.

Pyaar ek jadu hi hai.
Aaj bade dino baad,
Unki aawaj sunayi padi kano pe,
Suna Kano ne ,
Asar hua pani se bhige aakho pe.

Aaj bade dino baad ,
Todi se jalak dikhayi di unki,
Dekha aankho ne ,
Asar hua yaado se bhare Dil pe.

Sun ke aawaj unki ,
Dekh ke chavi unki ,
Sukoon mila

lanjutan dari cerita itu, tidak mungkin bahagia

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          setelah desember itu, aku tidak pernah berharap lagi
obrolan putih hari itu membuka matamu
obsesi di matamu meredup, sudah tidak ada binar
perlahan memetakan adnan dalam redup
,
           mungkin salahku untuk itu
andai saat itu semua tambo aku tampung
kebas hati saat itu untuk temurun
ujaranku delusi, kamu mengakui

tergusur semua perasaanku
enggan berpindah, memaksakan dengan angan yang indah
rasa sekujur tubuh seperti sudah lepas dari nyawa
gagu untuk mengatakan sebenarnya
andai semua perasaan tetap terkunci pada tempatnya
nafsu dan akal pun mungkin berelegi
gempar, terbanjiri air mata yang tidak ada gunanya
gusar, tidak mau menangkap realita
uzur sudah jantungku

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dan untuk semua awalan, aku sungguh minta maaf sudah menganggumu
dari semua kata, tidak ada yang mampu menggambarkan kehancuran total yang kubuat


ditempatmu padang rumput berubah menjadi padi hijau
ditempatku menjadi gurun tandus
dua itu tidak akan menyatukan yang beda

The land of palms and padi fields#
   I've left--- vestiges of many a past scene
  still they reign.  Time is an endless thread
  its signature is inscribed upon my very skin-

   here in Down Under terrain
   life takes on a different accent
   I seem to have lost  part of my voice
  hours in silent isolation spent-

  by the Yarra *ageless waters glisten
  it's the fresh visitation of spring
  children dance and laugh before mothers' eyes
  but different songs I hear them sing-

  of my youth I do ponder
  my rambling and fun-filled years
  wading in knee-deep waters in search
  of frogs and fishes-- such thoughts now bring me tears.