everybody need a place call home

My Beloved Grandma

she says nothing..

she nevers complain..

but somehow..

i can feel the pain..

i can picture the mean..

through her always gentle eyes..

feeling her old saggy skin..

she deserve a better place call home..

not in this junk

not a single punk

she has been living here all her life

and nowhere else she would..

with her daughter's family she will be

until end of her life be..

Rumah usang penghuni tua

rumah dah usang..

papan dah buruk..

tiang nak rebah..

lantai dah berbuah..

hujan rintik..

air menitik..hujang renyai..

air berjurai..

papan lopong..

penghuni diteropong..

pintu longgar

tercabut sekali langgar..

sekali ribut..

bakal tercabut..

bahaya..

tak selesa..

apadaya..itu sahaja si tua ada..

 'i luv u atuk liah'

ps: 2 puisi di atas buat atuk kesayanganku Roliah Bt Haji Siraj..

sudahkah kita meninggalkan sedekah jariah yang berkekalan..?

doakan aku dpt memberi sesuatu yg boleh dijadikan amal jariah yang berkekalan suatu hari nanti..