MELAYU

MELAYU

oleh: USMAN AWANG

Melayu itu orang yang bijaksana

Nakalnya bersulam jenaka

Budi bahasanya tidak terkira

Kurang ajarnya tetap santun

Jika menipu pun masih bersopan

Bila mengampu bijak beralas tangan

Melayu itu berani jika bersalah

Kecut takut kerana benar

Janji simpan di perut

Selalu pecah di mulut

Biar mati adat

Jangan mati anak

Dalam sejarahnya

Melayu itu pengembara lautan

Melorongkan jalur sejarah zaman

Begitu luas daerah sempadan

Sayangnya kini segala kehilangan

Melayu itu kaya falsafahnya

Kias kata bidal pusaka

Akar budi bersulamkan daya

Gedung akal laut bicara

Malangnya Melayu itu kuat bersorak

Terlalu ghairah pesta temasya

Sedangkan kampung telah tergadai

Sawah sejalur tinggal sejengkal

Tanah sebidang mudah terjual

Meski telah memiliki telaga

Tangan masih memegang tali

Sedang orang mencapai timba

Berbuahlah pisang tiga kali

Melayu itu masih bermimpi

Walaupun sudah mengenal universiti

Masih berdagang di rumah sendiri

Berkelahi cara Melayu

Menikam dengan pantun

Menyanggah dengan senyum

Marahnya dengan diam

Merendah bukan menyembah

Meninggi bukan melonjak

Watak Melayu menolak permusuhan

Setia dan sabar tiada sempadan

Tapi jika marah tak nampak telinga

Musuh dicari ke lubang cacing

Tak dapat tanduk telinga dijinjing

Maruah dan agama dihina jangan

Hebat amuknya tak kenal lawan

Berdamai cara Melayu indah sekali

Silaturrahim hati yang murni

Maaf diungkap senantiasa bersahut

Tangan diulur sentiasa bersambut

Luka pun tidak lagi berparut

Baiknya hati Melayu itu tak terbandingkan

Selaga yang ada sanggup diberikan

Sehingga tercipta sebuah kiasan:

“Dagang lalu nasi ditanakkan

Suami pulang lapar tak makan

Kera di hutan disusu-susukan

Anak di pangkuan mati kebuluran”

Bagaimanakah Melayu abad dua puluh satu

Masihkan tunduk tersipu-sipu ?

Jangan takut melanggar pantang

Jika pantang menghalang kemajuan;

Jangan segan menentang larangan

Jika yakin kepada kebenaran;

Jangan malu mengucapkan keyakinan

Jika percaya kepada keadilan

Jadilah bangsa yang bijaksana

Memegang tali memegang timba

Memiliki ekonomi mencipta budaya

Menjadi tuan di negara Merdeka!

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A special song for a special occasion. Enjoice!

 Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside
And it is ragin'
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin'
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'.

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'.

Babbling

1. Blogging is a dying art said a friend. Nobody does blogging nowadays.
2. I couldnt agree more. Many bloggers that I know had abandoned their blogs. The writing trend has shifted to twitter where one can post almost about anything and get a quick reply.
3. Long gone the golden days of blogging where everyone wanted to be a blogger. These bloggers they wrote about anything under the sun. Business, personal life, artist, music and even their daily routine.
4. It's ok. Everything has its own time and place, so does blogging. I guess this is the so-called dark ages for blogging. Nobody writes blog anymore. It's a dying art they said.
5. I dont care if it's a dying art not. I blog because I like it. That's the bottom line. 
6. Thank you. 

That pretty little thing

Recently, my craziness about camera arises again. Day and night I browse through the Internet to address my old-age addiction. Funny it may seem, sometimes i consider myself as a 'photographer'. 

Out of the blue, i found this pretty little thing that I captivate my heart. This thing put a smile on my face. Let me introduce you to the 'cardboard' camera by IKEA. Powered by two AA batteries, this low-end camera is a must have for a poser photographer like me. 

As soon as this gadget reach our shore, i would drive like crazy to IKEA to get my hand on this camera. My only hope is that I dont have to assemble it like other IKEA products. haha.

Hoorayy!!

How I feel this week. Im a MASTER. Haha.

Galaxy noto

• Recently I had t say goodbye to my long standing baby. Its name is Iphone 4.
• The first time I met my baby was about a year ago at Lowyat plaza.
• It was love at first sight. The minute I hold Iphone 4, I knew that we were destined t be together.
• However, every meeting has its end. It is a hard goodbye but it is inevitable.
• But the sadness is not long. This is because my baby Iphone is replaced with a new baby named Galaxy note.
• It is a great gadget and I am sure it can replace my Iphone effortlessly.
• I am so happy.
• To make good thing better, the gadget is bought by my Angel.
• She really know how to make me happy.
• I love you Galaxy note.
• I love you more Angel.