"salam" poems - Hello Poetry

The day is quiet is given to the sun. Pop in the night every miniute is people's time. I look up in the sky but missing a star. Maybe it's lurking in the sweet breeze.

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Aug 26, 2017

Aug 26, 2017 at 8:29 AM UTC

shofi-ahmed

Salam Marrakech

The day is quiet is given to the sun. Pop in the night every miniute is people's time. I look up in the sky but missing a star. Maybe it's lurking in the sweet breeze.

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In Allah’s eyes, you are special…each and every one of us. In Allah’s eyes, there could be a blessing waiting for you. In Allah’s eyes, you have a shimmering heart. In Allah’s eyes, your hands mirror His. In Allah’s eyes, the chance to do the impossible is every day. In Allah’s eyes, there is no one better than you except the one better in character. In Allah’s eyes, you’ve given it your all. In Allah’s eyes, He’s giving you everything you need. In Allah’s eyes, your walls are transparent. In Allah’s eyes, your affections reach many. In Allah’s eyes, you’re the only one who stands in the way. In Allah’s eyes, your Salam means more than peace. In Allah’s eyes, your mistakes are no secret and His love is still there. In Allah’s eyes, truth is all we know. In Allah’s eyes, we have an infinite number of beginnings. In Allah’s eyes, you are everywhere He can see. In Allah’s eyes, you doubt how close you are to Him. In Allah’s eyes, you are gracious and kind. In Allah’s eyes, you’re doing right with His special favor. In Allah’s eyes, there’s only one constant in your life. In Allah’s eyes, your face shines bright. By Najwa Kareem

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May 16, 2018

May 16, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC

najwa-kareem

In Allah's (God's) Eyes

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Untukmu Cinta Sejuta kata tercipta untukmu Segenap jiwa ku serahkan padamu Hingga akhir waktu ku sembahkan hanya untuk mu Meski tak kau terima Cinta dalam hati ku Terhempas begitu saja Bagai dari langit ku jatuh Ingin ku berenang di lautan Arungi samudera bersama ombak Desir pasir melagukan alunan daun Lambaian tangan untuk berselancar Indah cinta mengikat raga Satu aliran nadi di salam darah Mulut mengucap selalu kata cinta Hati pun akan selalu bahagia

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Oct 22, 2011

Oct 22, 2011 at 8:53 AM UTC

erikahandoko

Untukmu Cinta

Untukmu Cinta Sejuta kata tercipta untukmu Segenap jiwa ku serahkan padamu Hingga akhir waktu ku sembahkan hanya untuk mu Meski tak kau terima Cinta dalam hati ku Terhempas begitu saja Bagai dari langit ku jatuh Ingin ku berenang di lautan Arungi samudera bersama ombak Desir pasir melagukan alunan daun Lambaian tangan untuk berselancar Indah cinta mengikat raga Satu aliran nadi di salam darah Mulut mengucap selalu kata cinta Hati pun akan selalu bahagia

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SIR APJ ABDUL KALAM KO SALAM ! VEH MARE NAHI HAI VEH TO AMAAR HAI UNKE UPDESH UNKI SOCH UNKA SAPNA AMAAR HAI AUR HAMESHA RAHEGA ! VEH ZINDA HAI HAMARE DILO ME HAM SAB ME KALAM HAI ! I AM KALAM YOU ARE KALM WE ARE KALAM VISION 2020 AB DOOR NAHI !

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Jul 29, 2015

Jul 29, 2015 at 7:13 AM UTC

snigdha-banerjee

APJ ABDUL KALAM SALAM !

SIR APJ ABDUL KALAM KO SALAM ! VEH MARE NAHI HAI VEH TO AMAAR HAI UNKE UPDESH UNKI SOCH UNKA SAPNA AMAAR HAI AUR HAMESHA RAHEGA ! VEH ZINDA HAI HAMARE DILO ME HAM SAB ME KALAM HAI ! I AM KALAM YOU ARE KALM WE ARE KALAM VISION 2020 AB DOOR NAHI !

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Yang mengutarakan salam pagi ini Hanya sesayat keheningan Dari reruntuhan nafas yang tiap isapnya Riuh dirundung rindu Perhatikan, Ini salah satu pertanda Soal dekadensi kidung Yang biasanya, tanpa kita sadari Teralun lemas tiap pagi Lembut tanpa gemericik Kidung itu bisa jadi sudah keterlaluan Bisa jadi ia terlalu sadis pada sepi tiap subuh. Senandung itu, memang benar, Sebatas bisikan-bisikan lantang Yang gemar memuja sepi dengan memporak-porandakannya, Yang gemar menghantui sunyi agar terlelap sebelum terbit. Mungkin, kidung itu terlalu masokis Bernyanyi sendiri tanpa ada yang Peduli pada dendangnya yang kelewat mengusik Dan kelewat menggoda, sehingga semua lebih memilih Terlelap saja. Bukan berdansa. Ini salah satu pertanda Soal dekadensi kidung perih Yang biasanya teralun malas tiap pagi Menggerakkan setan-setan kecil Untuk membutakan mata dan membuat tuli dalam sekejap. Jangan berdansa. Tak ada yang peduli, semua masih tertidur. Dan itu bisa jadi salahmu sendiri. Tapi tak apa, iblis masih menyayangimu Dengan sangat manusiawi. Lagipula, seperti pagi ini, Kesunyian kembali bersila pada permadaninya Ditemani kicauan mencibir burung rohani. Selamat pagi, Senyap. Anda yakin tidak ingin bangun Dan menanggapi kidung yang terus memanggil Untuk berdansa setengah jiwa? Subuh hanya datang seterbit sekali. Tuhan hanya merindu lima kali sehari.

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Feb 16, 2016

Feb 16, 2016 at 11:02 AM UTC

noand-hegask

Dekadensi Kidung Tiap Pagi

Yang mengutarakan salam pagi ini Hanya sesayat keheningan Dari reruntuhan nafas yang tiap isapnya Riuh dirundung rindu Perhatikan, Ini salah satu pertanda Soal dekadensi kidung Yang biasanya, tanpa kita sadari Teralun lemas tiap pagi Lembut tanpa gemericik Kidung itu bisa jadi sudah keterlaluan Bisa jadi ia terlalu sadis pada sepi tiap subuh. Senandung itu, memang benar, Sebatas bisikan-bisikan lantang Yang gemar memuja sepi dengan memporak-porandakannya, Yang gemar menghantui sunyi agar terlelap sebelum terbit. Mungkin, kidung itu terlalu masokis Bernyanyi sendiri tanpa ada yang Peduli pada dendangnya yang kelewat mengusik Dan kelewat menggoda, sehingga semua lebih memilih Terlelap saja. Bukan berdansa. Ini salah satu pertanda Soal dekadensi kidung perih Yang biasanya teralun malas tiap pagi Menggerakkan setan-setan kecil Untuk membutakan mata dan membuat tuli dalam sekejap. Jangan berdansa. Tak ada yang peduli, semua masih tertidur. Dan itu bisa jadi salahmu sendiri. Tapi tak apa, iblis masih menyayangimu Dengan sangat manusiawi. Lagipula, seperti pagi ini, Kesunyian kembali bersila pada permadaninya Ditemani kicauan mencibir burung rohani. Selamat pagi, Senyap. Anda yakin tidak ingin bangun Dan menanggapi kidung yang terus memanggil Untuk berdansa setengah jiwa? Subuh hanya datang seterbit sekali. Tuhan hanya merindu lima kali sehari.

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bukalah samudra putihmu untuk sepenggal bayangan hitam ini Biarlah ia arungi pusaran ombak dahagamu Bawakan salam duka bahwa aku penuh luka Luka, yang ku balut sepenggal bayangan hitam itu. lukislah doa di pundak bayang hitam Biarpun itu kelam akan ku beri salam Akulah lukamu, di alam bukalah putihmu untuk sepenggal bayang hitam ini...

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May 6, 2014

May 6, 2014 at 6:02 PM UTC

lelaki-baur-kata-liar

bayang hitamku

bukalah samudra putihmu untuk sepenggal bayangan hitam ini Biarlah ia arungi pusaran ombak dahagamu Bawakan salam duka bahwa aku penuh luka Luka, yang ku balut sepenggal bayangan hitam itu. lukislah doa di pundak bayang hitam Biarpun itu kelam akan ku beri salam Akulah lukamu, di alam bukalah putihmu untuk sepenggal bayang hitam ini...

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waktu tidak serta merta memberi salam maupun pamit ia berjalan saja mengikuti poros dan terkadang aku tak merasanya cepat.. kemarin rasanya aku baru akrab denganmu, setalah kebungkaman yang berbicara menahun aku hanya bisa tertawa, jika aku ingat dulu. kamu dan aku kemudian dibawa waktu untuk saling bicara untuk pertama kali sebenernya aku dipaksa karena aku membutuhkan bantuanmu aku memanfaatmu..agar kita dekat mungkin itulah cara-Nya maaf.. sampailah kita diakhir studi kuliah topi bertali dan jubah sudah mantap kita kenakan tapi dihari itu aku tak melihatmu mauku melihatmu dengan jas hitam dan kemeja merah mudamu yang manis tapi aku senang. semoga kamu gapai maumu selalu dan selamat.. aku masih merepotkanmu hingga detik ini

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Nov 30, 2018

Nov 30, 2018 at 9:44 AM UTC

nurul-amalia

Untitled

waktu tidak serta merta memberi salam maupun pamit ia berjalan saja mengikuti poros dan terkadang aku tak merasanya cepat.. kemarin rasanya aku baru akrab denganmu, setalah kebungkaman yang berbicara menahun aku hanya bisa tertawa, jika aku ingat dulu. kamu dan aku kemudian dibawa waktu untuk saling bicara untuk pertama kali sebenernya aku dipaksa karena aku membutuhkan bantuanmu aku memanfaatmu..agar kita dekat mungkin itulah cara-Nya maaf.. sampailah kita diakhir studi kuliah topi bertali dan jubah sudah mantap kita kenakan tapi dihari itu aku tak melihatmu mauku melihatmu dengan jas hitam dan kemeja merah mudamu yang manis tapi aku senang. semoga kamu gapai maumu selalu dan selamat.. aku masih merepotkanmu hingga detik ini

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Kerbala I weep bitterly still, Thousands in numbers for a meagre few to **** For the injustice meted out 1400 years ago, To enforce allegiance and satisfy their ego Kerbala I weep bitterly still, For the innocent who had done no ill, Where Hussain stood against injustice and oppression, Against undue aggression. Kerbala I weep bitterly still, Tears of blood my eyes fill, Where Hussain's seventy-two kinsmen were slain on the scorching sand, Hardships and cruelties they were ready to withstand, Denied food and water for three days, Ready to die in Allah's ways. Kerbala I weep bitterly still, My tears continue to spill, When I listen to the orator, How Hussain's six month son was denied water, Instead pierced to death with a three headed arrow, Which a father from the neck had to withdraw. How Hussain's brother's hands were severed and he was killed because he took water from R.Euphrates in a *** for his niece, A brother who emanated love and peace. How they battered to death Hussain's eighteen year old son, an exact resemblance of Prophet Muhammed(SAW), Prime in his youth,a great sorrow Kerbala I weep bitterly still, My tears continue to spill How Hussain was slain, On the scorching sand, Without food and water, With 999 wounds,blood splurting out of all parts of his body, to be slaughtered, Forty thousand army raining arrows at him from all directions, Blood blurring his vision He, Hussain alone, unable to move a limb, A target to satisfy their whims Some threw stones, some pierced spears and others wounded him with axes, The leader kicked Hussain and tried to slaughter his neck with a blunt knife, Not that way, you cannot take my life, And Hussain said,"Let me prostrate before Allah and pray for forgiveness for my people, Wounded and feeble, With an inner strength Hussain heaved himself and gave the last Sajda(prostation), The enemy severed off his head from his body without hesitation. Hussain kept his promise to his grandfather to sacrifice his head for Islam, That day the skies, earth and nature wept bitterly for Hussain(Alai Salam). Who would not? The tragedy of Kerbala would evoke deep grief even in the heedless.

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Sep 14, 2018

Sep 14, 2018 at 4:02 PM UTC

salmabanu-hatim

Kerbala I weep

Kerbala I weep bitterly still, Thousands in numbers for a meagre few to **** For the injustice meted out 1400 years ago, To enforce allegiance and satisfy their ego Kerbala I weep bitterly still, For the innocent who had done no ill, Where Hussain stood against injustice and oppression, Against undue aggression. Kerbala I weep bitterly still, Tears of blood my eyes fill, Where Hussain's seventy-two kinsmen were slain on the scorching sand, Hardships and cruelties they were ready to withstand, Denied food and water for three days, Ready to die in Allah's ways. Kerbala I weep bitterly still, My tears continue to spill, When I listen to the orator, How Hussain's six month son was denied water, Instead pierced to death with a three headed arrow, Which a father from the neck had to withdraw. How Hussain's brother's hands were severed and he was killed because he took water from R.Euphrates in a *** for his niece, A brother who emanated love and peace. How they battered to death Hussain's eighteen year old son, an exact resemblance of Prophet Muhammed(SAW), Prime in his youth,a great sorrow Kerbala I weep bitterly still, My tears continue to spill How Hussain was slain, On the scorching sand, Without food and water, With 999 wounds,blood splurting out of all parts of his body, to be slaughtered, Forty thousand army raining arrows at him from all directions, Blood blurring his vision He, Hussain alone, unable to move a limb, A target to satisfy their whims Some threw stones, some pierced spears and others wounded him with axes, The leader kicked Hussain and tried to slaughter his neck with a blunt knife, Not that way, you cannot take my life, And Hussain said,"Let me prostrate before Allah and pray for forgiveness for my people, Wounded and feeble, With an inner strength Hussain heaved himself and gave the last Sajda(prostation), The enemy severed off his head from his body without hesitation. Hussain kept his promise to his grandfather to sacrifice his head for Islam, That day the skies, earth and nature wept bitterly for Hussain(Alai Salam). Who would not? The tragedy of Kerbala would evoke deep grief even in the heedless.

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Aaj achanak hi kyu azadi k din hume apne mulk ki itni yaad aayi Jb kurbaan hue jawan sarhad pe,tb kyu nhi aankho me nami aayi Zara dil se b izzat kr lo mere yaaro, kyuki ye zameen h hum sabki Kuch nahi le jao ge sath apne, milni h ess me hi raakh hum sabki Koi loot raha h gareeb ki jaeb, koi kr raha h bezuba awaam se faraeb Umeed h kashmir me aman hoga,toh aur b meethe hoge waha k saeb Jo saha h dard in kisaano ne, umeed h unka ye dard tumhe b mehsoos ** Daer raat in anderi galliyo se guzrti har beti har maa ki raah mehfooz ** Mazboot kr lo apne rishto ko,inpe h nigah kbhi mazhab ki kbhi siyasat ki Na rang se pehchan ** na hi adoore ang se,ek si taraki ** har ek riyasat ki Rishwat gareebi khudgarzi aur na jaane kitne h es mulk ko lge marz Kbhi fursat hui toh janne ki koshish krna kitne h es maa k tumpe karz Har bache ko ilm ** es janoon ka,taki ye kamyaabi k kadam ruk na paye Bss ik ehsaan krna khud pe,ki teri kisi harqat se kehi iska ser juk na jaye Dhua bss yehi h ki aane wali koi b nasal kabhi na ruksat ** es fitoor se Chand taaro pe chle b gye agr phir b krte rehna sada salam waha door se

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Aug 16, 2018

Aug 16, 2018 at 11:57 PM UTC

Spvsharma

Mera azad watan

Aaj achanak hi kyu azadi k din hume apne mulk ki itni yaad aayi Jb kurbaan hue jawan sarhad pe,tb kyu nhi aankho me nami aayi Zara dil se b izzat kr lo mere yaaro, kyuki ye zameen h hum sabki Kuch nahi le jao ge sath apne, milni h ess me hi raakh hum sabki Koi loot raha h gareeb ki jaeb, koi kr raha h bezuba awaam se faraeb Umeed h kashmir me aman hoga,toh aur b meethe hoge waha k saeb Jo saha h dard in kisaano ne, umeed h unka ye dard tumhe b mehsoos ** Daer raat in anderi galliyo se guzrti har beti har maa ki raah mehfooz ** Mazboot kr lo apne rishto ko,inpe h nigah kbhi mazhab ki kbhi siyasat ki Na rang se pehchan ** na hi adoore ang se,ek si taraki ** har ek riyasat ki Rishwat gareebi khudgarzi aur na jaane kitne h es mulk ko lge marz Kbhi fursat hui toh janne ki koshish krna kitne h es maa k tumpe karz Har bache ko ilm ** es janoon ka,taki ye kamyaabi k kadam ruk na paye Bss ik ehsaan krna khud pe,ki teri kisi harqat se kehi iska ser juk na jaye Dhua bss yehi h ki aane wali koi b nasal kabhi na ruksat ** es fitoor se Chand taaro pe chle b gye agr phir b krte rehna sada salam waha door se

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ini ceritanya jejak si bucin 'dasar bucin !' 'mau mauan aja, bucin !' 'jangan bucin kenapasih !' salah menyampaikan sayang ? salah menyuarakan cinta ? salah mengekspresikan kasih ? itu semua salah ? terlebih terhadap pasangan sana sini memandang, bucin kenapa ? berlebihan ? ya. demi botol nestle kemarin mungkin berlebihan tapi tidak juga apakah lebih baik pistol dan pisau daripada bunga dan pita ? iya saya juga bingung bucin dianggap remeh seperti benda yang harus dilepeh ada apa si dengan bucin ? makhluk hidup yang mengekspresikan rasanya kan ? ah tidak tau tapi semenjak aku bertemu dia aku tidak apa disebut bucin karena membuat lengkung di bibirnya salah satu pencapaian sudah ya, pokok pikirannya tidak dapat. sudah pusing. hahaha. salam bucin !

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Dec 1, 2018

Dec 1, 2018 at 7:01 AM UTC

notanasylum

bucin

ini ceritanya jejak si bucin 'dasar bucin !' 'mau mauan aja, bucin !' 'jangan bucin kenapasih !' salah menyampaikan sayang ? salah menyuarakan cinta ? salah mengekspresikan kasih ? itu semua salah ? terlebih terhadap pasangan sana sini memandang, bucin kenapa ? berlebihan ? ya. demi botol nestle kemarin mungkin berlebihan tapi tidak juga apakah lebih baik pistol dan pisau daripada bunga dan pita ? iya saya juga bingung bucin dianggap remeh seperti benda yang harus dilepeh ada apa si dengan bucin ? makhluk hidup yang mengekspresikan rasanya kan ? ah tidak tau tapi semenjak aku bertemu dia aku tidak apa disebut bucin karena membuat lengkung di bibirnya salah satu pencapaian sudah ya, pokok pikirannya tidak dapat. sudah pusing. hahaha. salam bucin !

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I He was intoxicated by the scent of coffee dancing in the morning to his mother’s humming. II Then a blacksmith - his father - taught him how to hammer form out of chaos in the muddle of force and a sweaty anvil. III Now if he wished to see the sunness of the sun and the greenness of the tree he would summon the image of Fatma - an Arab maiden who was once Berber, to come write on his face with her soothing finger: “Salam, my anguished lover.” IV When green-eyed Fatma comes the wreaths of coffee Would come with her, writing in the air; and all the songs of history would come marching too, in battle array, like an army dressed in civilian clothing for a dance in Rio. V Fatma’s hair – a still cascade of light goldness, a tide of watery fire, a flight motionless of a millon birds who sing in tongues and laugh to the stone unlettered of his fidgety cenotaph. © LazharBouazzi, Carthage, TUN

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Mar 7, 2017

Mar 7, 2017 at 3:54 PM UTC

lazhar-bouazzi

Raving Memory (re-post)

I He was intoxicated by the scent of coffee dancing in the morning to his mother’s humming. II Then a blacksmith - his father - taught him how to hammer form out of chaos in the muddle of force and a sweaty anvil. III Now if he wished to see the sunness of the sun and the greenness of the tree he would summon the image of Fatma - an Arab maiden who was once Berber, to come write on his face with her soothing finger: “Salam, my anguished lover.” IV When green-eyed Fatma comes the wreaths of coffee Would come with her, writing in the air; and all the songs of history would come marching too, in battle array, like an army dressed in civilian clothing for a dance in Rio. V Fatma’s hair – a still cascade of light goldness, a tide of watery fire, a flight motionless of a millon birds who sing in tongues and laugh to the stone unlettered of his fidgety cenotaph. © LazharBouazzi, Carthage, TUN

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Salam hangat untuk pembaca yang terhormat, Apa kamu tahu apa yang lebih cerdas dari berada di tengah-tengah dan jadi pengamat sebelum benar-benar memihak? Atau, apa menurutmu tindakan itu bukanlah tindakan yang akan dilakukan oleh orang-orang intelektual yang sesungguhnya? Apakah menurutmu itu adalah tindakan orang-orang bodoh yang tidak peduli atau orang-orang pemikir yang berhati-hati? Kakekku menyisipkan kata ‘median’ pada nama awalku dan ia jadikan kata itu sebagai nama kecilku, juga nama panggilanku. Di antara nama lengkapku yang berbunyi, Mediana Prawirahardja, kata yang diartikan sebagai nilai tengah itu ia tetapkan sebagai nama panggilan untukku. Harapannya adalah agar aku akan memiliki sifat yang sama dengan kata itu. Berada di tengah. Netral. Damai. Berada di tengah dan menilai, atau berada di tengah dan memiliki nilai. Nama adalah doa dan lama-kelamaan, aku mulai lelah menjadi pengamat yang hanya bisa menyaksikan dan mencari-cari kebenaran yang belum terungkap di antara hiruk-pikuk masyarakat yang hilir-mudik penuh hingar-bingar ini, di balik dunia yang berantakan ini.

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Sep 5, 2017

Sep 5, 2017 at 2:52 AM UTC

sissygunawan

Dari Median

Salam hangat untuk pembaca yang terhormat, Apa kamu tahu apa yang lebih cerdas dari berada di tengah-tengah dan jadi pengamat sebelum benar-benar memihak? Atau, apa menurutmu tindakan itu bukanlah tindakan yang akan dilakukan oleh orang-orang intelektual yang sesungguhnya? Apakah menurutmu itu adalah tindakan orang-orang bodoh yang tidak peduli atau orang-orang pemikir yang berhati-hati? Kakekku menyisipkan kata ‘median’ pada nama awalku dan ia jadikan kata itu sebagai nama kecilku, juga nama panggilanku. Di antara nama lengkapku yang berbunyi, Mediana Prawirahardja, kata yang diartikan sebagai nilai tengah itu ia tetapkan sebagai nama panggilan untukku. Harapannya adalah agar aku akan memiliki sifat yang sama dengan kata itu. Berada di tengah. Netral. Damai. Berada di tengah dan menilai, atau berada di tengah dan memiliki nilai. Nama adalah doa dan lama-kelamaan, aku mulai lelah menjadi pengamat yang hanya bisa menyaksikan dan mencari-cari kebenaran yang belum terungkap di antara hiruk-pikuk masyarakat yang hilir-mudik penuh hingar-bingar ini, di balik dunia yang berantakan ini.

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I He was intoxicated by the scent of the coffee dancing in the morning to his mother’s humming. II Then a blacksmith - his father - taught him how to hammer form out of chaos in the muddle of force and a sweaty anvil. III Now if he wished to see the sunness of Sun and the greenness of Tree he would summon the specter of an Arab maiden - Fatma - who was once Berber to come write on his face with her soothing finger: “Salam, my anguished lover.” IV When green-eyed Fatma comes the wreaths of coffee Would come with her writing in the air; and all the songs of history would come marching too, in battle array, like an army dressed in civilian clothes for a dance in Rio. V Fatma’s hair – a still cascade of thin goldeness, a tide of watery fire, a flight motionless of a million birds who speak in tongues and laugh to the stone unlettered of his fidgety cenotaph . © LazharBouazzi, Carthage, TUN, August 27, 2016

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Aug 26, 2016

Aug 26, 2016 at 6:04 PM UTC

lazhar-bouazzi

Raving Memory

I He was intoxicated by the scent of the coffee dancing in the morning to his mother’s humming. II Then a blacksmith - his father - taught him how to hammer form out of chaos in the muddle of force and a sweaty anvil. III Now if he wished to see the sunness of Sun and the greenness of Tree he would summon the specter of an Arab maiden - Fatma - who was once Berber to come write on his face with her soothing finger: “Salam, my anguished lover.” IV When green-eyed Fatma comes the wreaths of coffee Would come with her writing in the air; and all the songs of history would come marching too, in battle array, like an army dressed in civilian clothes for a dance in Rio. V Fatma’s hair – a still cascade of thin goldeness, a tide of watery fire, a flight motionless of a million birds who speak in tongues and laugh to the stone unlettered of his fidgety cenotaph . © LazharBouazzi, Carthage, TUN, August 27, 2016

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Aku akan mengatakannya sekali lagi Pada matahari tengah malam di belahan bumi lain Ada tapi tak pernah kau lihat Siapa di dalam benakmu ketika terdengar kalimat pahit itu Aku akan mengatakannya sekali lagi Hujan di tengah langit cerah biru sekilas awan bergerak pelan Nyata tapi kebencianmu padanya Lagi aku mengatakannya padamu Aku cinta kamu Terakhir kali sebelum melepas yang harusnya bebas Selamat tinggal, cintaku yang konyol.

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Jun 20, 2018

Jun 20, 2018 at 9:15 AM UTC

OnDark

Salam Terakhir Untukmu

Aku akan mengatakannya sekali lagi Pada matahari tengah malam di belahan bumi lain Ada tapi tak pernah kau lihat Siapa di dalam benakmu ketika terdengar kalimat pahit itu Aku akan mengatakannya sekali lagi Hujan di tengah langit cerah biru sekilas awan bergerak pelan Nyata tapi kebencianmu padanya Lagi aku mengatakannya padamu Aku cinta kamu Terakhir kali sebelum melepas yang harusnya bebas Selamat tinggal, cintaku yang konyol.

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Di bawah lampu bulan, Aku sadar kau menatapku Aku yang tengah tersipu, Berusaha tetap fokus akan topik pembicaraan Ditengah emosional, kau menarikku ke pinggir Berteduh di matamu yang sejuk Ya. Kau berusaha menurunkan suhunya Agar tidak sepanas sebelumnya Masih ada beberapa hal kecil yang ku ingat tentang dulu Dan ku rindu Walaupun kau tak ingin mengingatnya Hanya untuk malam ini Biarkan ku kirim rindu ku Aku pernah membaca, “Kau hiduplah bahagia, untuk rindu ini biar aku yang mengurusnya, karena aku pemiliknya”. Sekian dan salam rindu.

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Feb 25, 2019

Feb 25, 2019 at 12:23 PM UTC

Fai

Rinduku

Di bawah lampu bulan, Aku sadar kau menatapku Aku yang tengah tersipu, Berusaha tetap fokus akan topik pembicaraan Ditengah emosional, kau menarikku ke pinggir Berteduh di matamu yang sejuk Ya. Kau berusaha menurunkan suhunya Agar tidak sepanas sebelumnya Masih ada beberapa hal kecil yang ku ingat tentang dulu Dan ku rindu Walaupun kau tak ingin mengingatnya Hanya untuk malam ini Biarkan ku kirim rindu ku Aku pernah membaca, “Kau hiduplah bahagia, untuk rindu ini biar aku yang mengurusnya, karena aku pemiliknya”. Sekian dan salam rindu.

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For I am a humble follower.. I am neither greater nor superior... What you did last Ramadhan... Really broke my heart But I forgive you and I promise I will forget... For Ramadhan we shall live in peace and harmony... Salam Ramadhan Kareem to you.....

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May 16, 2013

May 16, 2013 at 3:16 AM UTC

sharina-saad

Ramadhan Kareem

For I am a humble follower.. I am neither greater nor superior... What you did last Ramadhan... Really broke my heart But I forgive you and I promise I will forget... For Ramadhan we shall live in peace and harmony... Salam Ramadhan Kareem to you.....

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Hello sunshine I’m going to try But only this time Hey life Please don’t give me lemons I’m too tired to make lemonade No need to show your weapons If you stare, then I’m scared Mr. Night, salam Salam means peace And it’s all I’m asking for Hide me away from the demons And I promise I’ll hurt myself no more Cry Sigh Die

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Jan 4, 2020

Jan 4, 2020 at 5:17 PM UTC

Aurora201

Greetings

Hello sunshine I’m going to try But only this time Hey life Please don’t give me lemons I’m too tired to make lemonade No need to show your weapons If you stare, then I’m scared Mr. Night, salam Salam means peace And it’s all I’m asking for Hide me away from the demons And I promise I’ll hurt myself no more Cry Sigh Die

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Daun kuning berjatuhan Angin dingin menghantarkan salam dari Tuhan Aku melihat pepohonan yang menari Semua tampak indah menyejukkan hati Aku hanya diam.. Diam tak tahu harus kemana Kabut putih menutup mataku Mendorongku yang berdiri terpaku Imajinasiku kabur Aku akan jatuh Dan... Dimanakah aku? Diruangan serba putih aku terbangun Menatap dengan pandangan memudar Siapakah kamu? Gadis kecil berlari dan tertawa Berlari menjatuhkan bunga-bunga Membuka pintu diujung ruangan Aku berjalan... Berjalan membuka pintu yang sama Wanita cantik berambut pirang Cantik rupawan mengalahkan Godiva Seorang gadis kecil memeluknya erat Dia... Dia yang selama ini kucari Dia yang selama ini kunanti Aku mencoba... Mencoba untuk menyentuhnya Jari-jarinya yang ramping menepisku Aku berpikir dia membenciku Namun tidak tidak... Dia berkata padaku, "Kembalilah, ini belum saatnya" Kematian bernegosiasi dengan kemungkinan Kemungkinan untuk meraih kehidupan Di alam bawah sadar Aku akan kembali menemukannya -Kediri, 18 Maret 2018

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Mar 25, 2018

Mar 25, 2018 at 11:22 PM UTC

9HollaYulia9

Koma

Daun kuning berjatuhan Angin dingin menghantarkan salam dari Tuhan Aku melihat pepohonan yang menari Semua tampak indah menyejukkan hati Aku hanya diam.. Diam tak tahu harus kemana Kabut putih menutup mataku Mendorongku yang berdiri terpaku Imajinasiku kabur Aku akan jatuh Dan... Dimanakah aku? Diruangan serba putih aku terbangun Menatap dengan pandangan memudar Siapakah kamu? Gadis kecil berlari dan tertawa Berlari menjatuhkan bunga-bunga Membuka pintu diujung ruangan Aku berjalan... Berjalan membuka pintu yang sama Wanita cantik berambut pirang Cantik rupawan mengalahkan Godiva Seorang gadis kecil memeluknya erat Dia... Dia yang selama ini kucari Dia yang selama ini kunanti Aku mencoba... Mencoba untuk menyentuhnya Jari-jarinya yang ramping menepisku Aku berpikir dia membenciku Namun tidak tidak... Dia berkata padaku, "Kembalilah, ini belum saatnya" Kematian bernegosiasi dengan kemungkinan Kemungkinan untuk meraih kehidupan Di alam bawah sadar Aku akan kembali menemukannya -Kediri, 18 Maret 2018

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Hello Allah and zuse salam to the Father Please stop hating women and gays

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Jul 2, 2015

Jul 2, 2015 at 7:51 AM UTC

sajjad-ali

Male God

Hello Allah and zuse salam to the Father Please stop hating women and gays

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When I was small naive and tender Toddling in pullups Those that/who loved me Jabbed me In my tiny heart Surgically stole a sliver of it To harden To sharpen To shiv me with it Hurt me with my own heart Slice me for my sensitivity Carve into me for caring Fearing and envying me for Being an open-eyed child, A triple threat Smart plus sweet plus spirited That's too much! Extracting tears from me was easy. Manipulation, Chaos, Fears. My senses submerged in a sinkhole Decades became dozens of years I dont know how I struggled ashore But It --or he-- or ....was already there White light resplendent Wings alight Silently inviting I stumbled beseechingly behind him Within a clearing His full figure flexed Showing his Wings upon wings Within wings! Not a single feather in sight he offered a pointed finger for me to see I tried to to touch, to connect While still sopping wet. Two teardrops dripped off, Left my leaking fingertips These he froze and squeezed Crystalized them blue and green Right there in thin air As I stared at my shame He simply gave me salam As he shimmered into invisiblity Uuuhh! My angel! My help! Please dont leave me! Dont you dare! You cant do this to me! Leaving me with nothing but 2 tears: Fear and pain Blue and green Tear shaped gems In thin air I glared at them there Drop & drip They flipped. then feathered Becoming the bejeweled tips of peacock feathers Gloriously long, elegantly luscious Cresting a classy tiara It settled and nestled neatly along The Straight Path through the clearing Oh my God! I get it now! I don my crown Fresh tears flowing As I bow down Thanking Allah who always surrounds Me with invisible Angels Praising Allah the Almighty King Who heard His simple servant And saved her from drowning

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Jan 10, 2021

Jan 10, 2021 at 3:33 AM UTC

PeacockSecrets

Angel's Feathers

When I was small naive and tender Toddling in pullups Those that/who loved me Jabbed me In my tiny heart Surgically stole a sliver of it To harden To sharpen To shiv me with it Hurt me with my own heart Slice me for my sensitivity Carve into me for caring Fearing and envying me for Being an open-eyed child, A triple threat Smart plus sweet plus spirited That's too much! Extracting tears from me was easy. Manipulation, Chaos, Fears. My senses submerged in a sinkhole Decades became dozens of years I dont know how I struggled ashore But It --or he-- or ....was already there White light resplendent Wings alight Silently inviting I stumbled beseechingly behind him Within a clearing His full figure flexed Showing his Wings upon wings Within wings! Not a single feather in sight he offered a pointed finger for me to see I tried to to touch, to connect While still sopping wet. Two teardrops dripped off, Left my leaking fingertips These he froze and squeezed Crystalized them blue and green Right there in thin air As I stared at my shame He simply gave me salam As he shimmered into invisiblity Uuuhh! My angel! My help! Please dont leave me! Dont you dare! You cant do this to me! Leaving me with nothing but 2 tears: Fear and pain Blue and green Tear shaped gems In thin air I glared at them there Drop & drip They flipped. then feathered Becoming the bejeweled tips of peacock feathers Gloriously long, elegantly luscious Cresting a classy tiara It settled and nestled neatly along The Straight Path through the clearing Oh my God! I get it now! I don my crown Fresh tears flowing As I bow down Thanking Allah who always surrounds Me with invisible Angels Praising Allah the Almighty King Who heard His simple servant And saved her from drowning

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Raids, rockets, guns, slaughter any way to **** my friends’ daughters, my friends’ brothers, my friends’ mothers, my friends’ fathers. I see your ash covered faces, I see your blood streaming, I see your tears dropping. I see your still bodies unprotected, I see your bullet covered corpses lying flat, I see your open wounds throbbing Calling on you to keep fighting. Urging you to continue shouting. Begging you to carry on uniting. I’m here for you in a hidden place until we meet. You’ve been there for me in Gaza’s streets. Like our beloved Prophet, you’re suffering so Yet you keep giving us a martyrdom show. I remember you. I’m obliged not to eat. It’s Ramadan you know and it’ll end with a feast. But my dear friends will be missing at the table. I’ll be missing too but not because I’m gone. Because I’ll be standing up holding my Palestinian friends’ hands until the morning’s dawn. Devils with legs, Satans with money... How dare you try to smother our faith, ruin my friends’ homes, steal their three-shaded bands. Who do you think you are? King of Iran? You’d do better to follow the Quran. At least be a real Jew, at least be a real Christian, at least be a real Muslim. Netanyahu, Obama, Al Saud. You heard me! Does your God approve of your devil worship? Does your God approve of your insanity? Does your God approve of your missing heart? Just because you hate the truth - The Power it has – Its power to positively change the world. To stop you in your tracks. Don’t take that out on me. I AM THEM in a different part of the world. Like them, I AM HUMAN. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. No way would you bulldoze yourself. No way would you set fire on yourself. No way would you drop bombs on yourself. So why do this to my friends? Why do this to me? Listen! My oppressed friends are dying and much of the world is crying. The planet Earth is quickly frying. Do you not see…"Palestine is the Issue." Thank you Imam Asi. My dear friends facing great oppression - I will not turn my head away. My soul will not act as though you don’t matter. As though you don’t exist. As though I don’t care. I do! I’m bleeding too and I feel for you. I extend my hand and give you Salam. I embrace you - in your time of urgent need, in your time of struggle. LONG LIVE PALESTINE! LONG LIVE MY OPPRESSED FRIEND! By: Najwa Kareem July 9, 2015

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May 12, 2021

May 12, 2021 at 12:01 PM UTC

najwa-kareem

"...AND FRIEND OF THE OPPRESSED" (Concerning PALESTINE)

Raids, rockets, guns, slaughter any way to **** my friends’ daughters, my friends’ brothers, my friends’ mothers, my friends’ fathers. I see your ash covered faces, I see your blood streaming, I see your tears dropping. I see your still bodies unprotected, I see your bullet covered corpses lying flat, I see your open wounds throbbing Calling on you to keep fighting. Urging you to continue shouting. Begging you to carry on uniting. I’m here for you in a hidden place until we meet. You’ve been there for me in Gaza’s streets. Like our beloved Prophet, you’re suffering so Yet you keep giving us a martyrdom show. I remember you. I’m obliged not to eat. It’s Ramadan you know and it’ll end with a feast. But my dear friends will be missing at the table. I’ll be missing too but not because I’m gone. Because I’ll be standing up holding my Palestinian friends’ hands until the morning’s dawn. Devils with legs, Satans with money... How dare you try to smother our faith, ruin my friends’ homes, steal their three-shaded bands. Who do you think you are? King of Iran? You’d do better to follow the Quran. At least be a real Jew, at least be a real Christian, at least be a real Muslim. Netanyahu, Obama, Al Saud. You heard me! Does your God approve of your devil worship? Does your God approve of your insanity? Does your God approve of your missing heart? Just because you hate the truth - The Power it has – Its power to positively change the world. To stop you in your tracks. Don’t take that out on me. I AM THEM in a different part of the world. Like them, I AM HUMAN. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. No way would you bulldoze yourself. No way would you set fire on yourself. No way would you drop bombs on yourself. So why do this to my friends? Why do this to me? Listen! My oppressed friends are dying and much of the world is crying. The planet Earth is quickly frying. Do you not see…"Palestine is the Issue." Thank you Imam Asi. My dear friends facing great oppression - I will not turn my head away. My soul will not act as though you don’t matter. As though you don’t exist. As though I don’t care. I do! I’m bleeding too and I feel for you. I extend my hand and give you Salam. I embrace you - in your time of urgent need, in your time of struggle. LONG LIVE PALESTINE! LONG LIVE MY OPPRESSED FRIEND! By: Najwa Kareem July 9, 2015

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trembling fingers, palpitating heart, and the corners of my lips shake as i say hi to you. i fear my feelings are looking for an exit. i am terrified that they’ll show you how much i long for you. i say "hi, how are you today?" but i mean hi, i want to take a swim in your eyes, i want to devour your very soul, your hair looks so soft today, is this how your embrace feels? did you see the moon yesterday? it reminds me of you, you know. the fullness, the coldness, the light, the madness, the distance. i dreamt of you yesterday. you drew henna on my hand, a fox’s imprint. i say "hey, by the way, i think you might like this book." but i mean can i read it to you? can we lay on the grass on a brisk morning as i do so? or maybe i can read it to you on an evening instead, in a warm living room that smells of musk and tenderness? i say "here's my copy, give it a read, i left some notes in it though" but i mean maybe it's better that i can't read it to you. maybe it's better that you'd read it alone. i like that you'll carry pieces of me home. i say "let me know what you think" but i mean your voice soothes me. i want to take a calm stroll down your thoughts. i like the way your dark eyes twinkle when you make a witty remark. i say "enough of you today. see you later" but i mean time is a spiral, and i feel like i explored some of its folds with you before. i carry you with me everywhere i go nowadays. i'm not sure i like it, i'm positive i cant help it. i'm always both scared of and grateful for my feelings. i say "salam" i mean salam. i send it you as i’m driving home. i send it to you as i'm looking at the lake at night. i send it to you as i write this.

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Sep 12, 2024

Sep 12, 2024 at 3:44 PM UTC

astronaut

Drawn

trembling fingers, palpitating heart, and the corners of my lips shake as i say hi to you. i fear my feelings are looking for an exit. i am terrified that they’ll show you how much i long for you. i say "hi, how are you today?" but i mean hi, i want to take a swim in your eyes, i want to devour your very soul, your hair looks so soft today, is this how your embrace feels? did you see the moon yesterday? it reminds me of you, you know. the fullness, the coldness, the light, the madness, the distance. i dreamt of you yesterday. you drew henna on my hand, a fox’s imprint. i say "hey, by the way, i think you might like this book." but i mean can i read it to you? can we lay on the grass on a brisk morning as i do so? or maybe i can read it to you on an evening instead, in a warm living room that smells of musk and tenderness? i say "here's my copy, give it a read, i left some notes in it though" but i mean maybe it's better that i can't read it to you. maybe it's better that you'd read it alone. i like that you'll carry pieces of me home. i say "let me know what you think" but i mean your voice soothes me. i want to take a calm stroll down your thoughts. i like the way your dark eyes twinkle when you make a witty remark. i say "enough of you today. see you later" but i mean time is a spiral, and i feel like i explored some of its folds with you before. i carry you with me everywhere i go nowadays. i'm not sure i like it, i'm positive i cant help it. i'm always both scared of and grateful for my feelings. i say "salam" i mean salam. i send it you as i’m driving home. i send it to you as i'm looking at the lake at night. i send it to you as i write this.

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Nak Ibumu lahir saat gawat ekonomi seluruh semesta Saat gawat sebumi memikirkan nilai Saat dunia ditimpa wabah tak ternampak Tapi dunia masih cantik Nak Ibumu saksi dunia sedang gusar Saksi pemimpinan goyah Rebutkan yg tak pasti Matanya buta Telinga nya tuli Tak terdengar rintihan kasta bawahan Tak terpeduli dan lari meninggalkan hakiki Ibumu tegak ditengah Saat mereka berkelahi Bercemuhan Hai, ibu saksi saat mereka tak waras Nak, Ibumu saksi peninggalan ramai org Mata kepala ibu melihat org rebah tak bermaya Ibumu saksi bapak menangisi anak Bayi lahir tak bersusu ibu Adik pergi tak berpeluk abang Dan Ibumu saksi org tak bisa menjamah nasi Bukan kerna tak upaya Tapi kerna rakus ahli prejudis Dan anjing ditaktor . . Nak Ibumu saksi saat propaganda dilaungkan "Demokrasi ini adalah kita semua Suara kamu kami dengar" . . Anakku Dengarlah Ibumu saksi saat dunia tak adil tapi dihias indah Ibumu saksi saat negeri kita kacau tapi dirai aman Ibumu saksi nak... Ibumu saksi perit itu tak cuma kehilangan Tapi rindu yg bakal tak terubatkan Salam yg takkan tersampaikan Dan sebelum kau hingga ke saat itu Harus lah kau tau Setiap sisi kita tertanam secebis sedikit hati Maka harus kau cari yg baik baik sentiasa . Kerna mmg sifat dunia begitu Rebut yg tak pasti Bertelinga dan tuli Bergeliga tapi rakus Dan punyai mata tapi buta Dan harus kau ingat yg merbahaya sekali Punyai iman tapi tak berTuhan

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Oct 23, 2021

Oct 23, 2021 at 12:00 PM UTC

fatinro

Anak

Nak Ibumu lahir saat gawat ekonomi seluruh semesta Saat gawat sebumi memikirkan nilai Saat dunia ditimpa wabah tak ternampak Tapi dunia masih cantik Nak Ibumu saksi dunia sedang gusar Saksi pemimpinan goyah Rebutkan yg tak pasti Matanya buta Telinga nya tuli Tak terdengar rintihan kasta bawahan Tak terpeduli dan lari meninggalkan hakiki Ibumu tegak ditengah Saat mereka berkelahi Bercemuhan Hai, ibu saksi saat mereka tak waras Nak, Ibumu saksi peninggalan ramai org Mata kepala ibu melihat org rebah tak bermaya Ibumu saksi bapak menangisi anak Bayi lahir tak bersusu ibu Adik pergi tak berpeluk abang Dan Ibumu saksi org tak bisa menjamah nasi Bukan kerna tak upaya Tapi kerna rakus ahli prejudis Dan anjing ditaktor . . Nak Ibumu saksi saat propaganda dilaungkan "Demokrasi ini adalah kita semua Suara kamu kami dengar" . . Anakku Dengarlah Ibumu saksi saat dunia tak adil tapi dihias indah Ibumu saksi saat negeri kita kacau tapi dirai aman Ibumu saksi nak... Ibumu saksi perit itu tak cuma kehilangan Tapi rindu yg bakal tak terubatkan Salam yg takkan tersampaikan Dan sebelum kau hingga ke saat itu Harus lah kau tau Setiap sisi kita tertanam secebis sedikit hati Maka harus kau cari yg baik baik sentiasa . Kerna mmg sifat dunia begitu Rebut yg tak pasti Bertelinga dan tuli Bergeliga tapi rakus Dan punyai mata tapi buta Dan harus kau ingat yg merbahaya sekali Punyai iman tapi tak berTuhan

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