Intermission...
Last night I slept at a family house in Kajang. While shifting through some of my old books, I found a whole set of poem (if you can call it such) which I have spontaneously scribbled on a Real Analysis (a branch of mathematics) university textbook. Now, I finished study at the University College of London sometime in June 1995 and returned to Malaysia sometime in October. The date scribbled under the poem on the other hand shows it was written in November, so I don't know what holds or what is the relation. Never mind, tonight I feel like sharing it in this blogspot. So here goes...
What is real eh?
Just the idiot’s fantasy
Dreaming of the gleaming spirals of wealth
Glittering testimony to the activities of life
Come the thunder
Rip the fabrics asunder
Lo behold...
Light of truth cleaves
The veils of deception
But what care I the wonderer
I choose to sit between the breast of the Giver
What care I if the moon drops
And sun bloated turns lifeless
For the milk of bounty
Never stops to those
Who rest in His grace
Radzi 7/11/95
Just the idiot’s fantasy
Dreaming of the gleaming spirals of wealth
Glittering testimony to the activities of life
Come the thunder
Rip the fabrics asunder
Lo behold...
Light of truth cleaves
The veils of deception
But what care I the wonderer
I choose to sit between the breast of the Giver
What care I if the moon drops
And sun bloated turns lifeless
For the milk of bounty
Never stops to those
Who rest in His grace
Radzi 7/11/95
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