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Ayah

 

Ayah,

Begitu mudah,

Memanggil mu, suatu ketika itu.

Di situ, setia menunggu, anak mu

Bercerita, bercoleteh bagaikan tok guru

Tersenyum, gurau mu mencuit hati ibu.

 

Ayah,

Dalam semalam,

Ada dendam yang tidak pernah padam

Saat tangan mu ku genggam

Melafazkan kata seberat alam

Melihat mata mu terpejam

 

Ayah,

Begitu sepi,

Panggilan itu, saat ini.

Tiada lagi yang menanti,

Tiada lagi yang mengerti,

Kau telah pergi

Ke negeri abadi.

 

Ayah,

Pergi mu mudah

Pusara mu indah

Pada nisan tidak bernama

Pohon melur mekar berbunga

Ku panjatkan doa

Agar disana,

Luas taman mu,

Indah perhiasan mu,

Aman pendamping mu

Tenang lah rohmu,

Sedang kami, didakap rindu.

 

Hingga kita bertemu lagi,

Di bawah rahmat Ilahi.

 

 

Salam Akhir Ramadhan

1443 Hijrah

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