KAZ0939
13th March 2009, 09:14 AM
Sengaja tret ini dibuat untuk puisi2 berbahasa Inggris yg menurutmu terbaik. Saya menemukan puisi di bawah ini di http://100-poems.com/poems/best/0004030.htm
Puisi ini dinominasikan dalam situs itu sebagai puisi ke-4 terbaik dari ratusan puisi yg terdaftar di situ, namun bagi saya, justru puisi inilah yg terbaik. Ungkapan rindu & sayang kepada seorang Ayah yg sudah almarhum tercurah dengan sangat alami & mendalam dalam puisi ini. Izinkan saya share puisi luar biasa ini kepada Ikastarans sekalian, mudahan bisa menginspirasi kita semua untuk semakin menyayangi orang tua kita.
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Please, Dad
by Michael Anderson
As soft winds sweep away the days
I look back on life through a haze.
Remember playgrounds, parks and friends,
In childlike gaze that never ends.
The laughter in a game of catch,
Shall memory ever attach...
To innocence in youthful eyes,
Catching the ball to Dad's surprise.
I recall my first bike, first wreck,
Who picked me up, said, "What the heck?"
Convinced me to give one more try,
While, knees skinned, I forgot to cry.
Just the joy knowing he was there,
Making him proud my only care.
There was nothing I couldn't do,
My heart held fast that to be true.
Though teenage years were kind of rough,
I sure wasn't too big or tough.
You taught me to defend what's right
And never back down from a fight.
So I learned the hard way to stand,
Still, with each lump, I found your hand.
Drawing from you an inner strength,
And stubborn pride of equal length.
But there the line of fate was drawn,
As though I blinked and you were gone.
I found myself facing the sun,
Not man, not boy, fatherless, one.
Eyes blinded by a void inside,
I could not live that you had died.
Alas finding it to be true,
I could do nothing without you.
Please, Dad, today just hear my call,
I'm sorry that I dropped the ball.
My life is wrecked, my knees are skinned,
My emotions undisciplined.
I can't get up although I try,
Please don't be upset if I cry.
Though I can't fight what I can't see,
Please, Dad, say you're still proud of me.
Puisi ini dinominasikan dalam situs itu sebagai puisi ke-4 terbaik dari ratusan puisi yg terdaftar di situ, namun bagi saya, justru puisi inilah yg terbaik. Ungkapan rindu & sayang kepada seorang Ayah yg sudah almarhum tercurah dengan sangat alami & mendalam dalam puisi ini. Izinkan saya share puisi luar biasa ini kepada Ikastarans sekalian, mudahan bisa menginspirasi kita semua untuk semakin menyayangi orang tua kita.
--
Please, Dad
by Michael Anderson
As soft winds sweep away the days
I look back on life through a haze.
Remember playgrounds, parks and friends,
In childlike gaze that never ends.
The laughter in a game of catch,
Shall memory ever attach...
To innocence in youthful eyes,
Catching the ball to Dad's surprise.
I recall my first bike, first wreck,
Who picked me up, said, "What the heck?"
Convinced me to give one more try,
While, knees skinned, I forgot to cry.
Just the joy knowing he was there,
Making him proud my only care.
There was nothing I couldn't do,
My heart held fast that to be true.
Though teenage years were kind of rough,
I sure wasn't too big or tough.
You taught me to defend what's right
And never back down from a fight.
So I learned the hard way to stand,
Still, with each lump, I found your hand.
Drawing from you an inner strength,
And stubborn pride of equal length.
But there the line of fate was drawn,
As though I blinked and you were gone.
I found myself facing the sun,
Not man, not boy, fatherless, one.
Eyes blinded by a void inside,
I could not live that you had died.
Alas finding it to be true,
I could do nothing without you.
Please, Dad, today just hear my call,
I'm sorry that I dropped the ball.
My life is wrecked, my knees are skinned,
My emotions undisciplined.
I can't get up although I try,
Please don't be upset if I cry.
Though I can't fight what I can't see,
Please, Dad, say you're still proud of me.