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Rabu, 26 Juni 2013

Pemimpin yang Lupa Diri



Gedung-gedung megah dan kursi empuk
Kau hinggapi setiap hari
Terasa nyaman olehmu, bukan?
Makan dari keringat rakyat, jerit payahnya

Kau lupa, atau pura-pura lupa
Seribu janji yang kau sorakkan
Kau bisa duduk dikursi itu, Karena siapa?
Rakyat- rakyat yang kau bodohi

Tidak ada hati nurani, lalu lupa diri
Membebani rakyat kecil
Sadarlah, apa kamu lupa dunia akhirat?
Kelak membakarmu oleh api Neraka 


by: Ferdinaen Saragih (2008: Bandung).

Rabu, 19 Juni 2013

Puisi Rindu untuk Ibu

Puisi Rindu untuk Ibu

Bunda
kemana lagi aku bersandar
bermanja-manja
di antara musim basah ini
aku hanya mendengar langkahmu
di antara gerimis sore
kala dulu
aku mencabut ubanmu
dan menghitungnya
bersamaan
mengajarkanku berhitung

Aku sedih
jika nanti musim kering
ubanmu sembrautan
merasa tua
lalu malu menolehku
karena di antara gerimis sore itu
kau selalu bertanya
“aku masih mudakan nak?”
jawabku senyum

Aku tak tega
melihatmu sedih meratapi ketuaan
yang di jarah waktu
tunggu aku dipersimpangan
tempat perpisahan kita dulu
akhir musim basah ini
aku akan memanen ubanmu 

-Ferdinaen Saragih (2009: Bandung).-


gambar: jalanpanjang.web.id

Rabu, 12 Juni 2013

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hillfor the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

-Maya Angelou-

Rabu, 05 Juni 2013

Alone

Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

-Edgar Allan Poe-