“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.” -Robert Frost
Once upon a time in my dream,
I had a secret kept in a deep sea of love, joy and happiness.
Dreaming that I could reach those calling eyes,
and gift away the lending heart,
in an attempt to create butter and cream,
of the rotten wheats.
You, might want to give a try with a simple guessing.
Never expected it would spark the dream to glow-
and follow the same dream you had splendidly chased.
How strange we even not expected miracles,
whereas miracles appear timely perfect.
In the footsteps of a blessed heritage,
we are now counting the alphabets in our unseen depository.
Wishing that every alphabet comprehended,
shall sparkle as our saviors.
Great dream turned deed for humanity and togetherness.
Uttered with hardship
By the lips of fellowship
Under chandeliers of guardianship
Slowly, slowly formed
The knights of battleship
For the alphabets.
Often we dream to have the future-
as high and bright as the light,
without somehow realizing,
that the right path was chosen
to make it fall on the ground-
where the light is meant to actually arrive. Silently.
Written by Fatihah Mubarokah on January 15, 2018, Universiti Putra Malaysia. The verses at the centre are dedicated specially to our hardworking, beloved teachers and students at RWDN. #keeptheblessings