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Earl Noor Poem
Perihal kebaikan yang datang
Kebaikan itu pantas menyentuh aku
Sentuhan yang membuat aku terhutang
Sentuhan itu juga mengusik kalbu
Barangkali ia kebaikan yang sedikit
Namun besar nilainya di sisi aku
Resah, gusar, pedih dan sakit
Lantas aku tenang, hanya kerna kebaikan yang sedikit itu
Maka masakan mampu aku lupa
Pada kebaikan yang sifatnya sebegitu
Tak terbeli walau digadai dunia seisinya
Tak tertebus meski sampai hujung waktu
Kerana itu aku menjual janji
Selalu aku berdoa semoga sentiasa dipelihara Ilahi
Juga segala kudrat yang ada bila dipinta akan aku beri
Moga dengannya terbayar kebaikan yang pernah aku rasai
Masih panas rasanya di dalam dada
Walau hari-hari itu sudah lama berlalu
Kesan tangan peribadi yang baik dan mulia
Kekal ia dalam ingatan tak lekang oleh waktu.
Copyright © Earl Noor | Year Posted 2014
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Earl Noor Poem
Whom i care like brother,
Or whom i embrace like sister,
The people who are so different from the others
Gift and blessing from the Lord of Universe.
They listen to me whenever I'm sad
They lend me their hand when i need help
They sooth me when life treats me bad
For my luck and fortune, they are also glad
Their voices are healing
Their advices are caring
Their joy, I'm sharing
When troubles befall upon them, I'm worrying.
To these people i will vow
To help them always no matter how
As blood runs through my veins
The promise is in force therein.
They are siblings of whom I choose
Divine gift and blessing from the Gracious Lord the Merciful
I pray may their lives are always blissful
Because they are my best friends, I dare not to hear bout them with something hurtful.
Copyright © Earl Noor | Year Posted 2014
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Earl Noor Poem
As yesterday's sun went down
I was uneasy, plenty of things are no longer around
Used to feel blessed, often my feet couldn't feel the ground
In that small shining space, joy and happiness were found
Thereafter, life goes on, I move though it's heavy
I keep glancing back, it's too good to let it free
At the side-walk there are shining windows, which I choose not to see
I stare at the closed door, hoping it will open though it will never be
I stumble unto people and fall down while I am moving
They scold me not, but they lend their hand to help me standing
As I grasp their hands and look around, it makes me realizing
The side-walk is bright, cause of the windows, through it the sun is shining
Throughout yesterday's night, as the darkness embraced
I was lonesome, did lots of thinking, and tried to be brave
Then I found it's already dawn, to God I say grace
The sun rises again and this time far from the closed door, I move away.
Copyright © Earl Noor | Year Posted 2014
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