My Little Poem

It's been quite a while since our last post. After a series of dissapointment from our cancelled events in Malaysia, we were feeling quite down. But I thought, life goes on. Should nobody wants to help you helping other people, then don't beg for help, do your best and move forward. God will help eventually. We are just thankful that we still have our fans in blog and Facebook. Someone would still read what we've written. We were both pretty occupied with our Uni works. Hafiz need to earn money as well to support his study. But that's another story. After a while, I miss doing what we did for the homeless on King St. We might come out with something after the end of Semester 1.

At the mean time, I've been thinking to write this a while ago. But didn't have a chance to do so. So I took some time today, to write something that someone might read. It's a poem, about homeless and how they see things. At least that's how I think it is. Enjoy the poem.

Homeless

I am homeless

But I have a place that I call home

It’s the street I’ve been sleeping on

The long beautiful street..

The streets that’s changing colour

As fast as my hair turns grey

And my cloth tears off

From the suns and the rains

The street is so long,

But I could see the light from the end

I could hear them laugh too

And it’s ripping my heart into pieces

So I turn my head down

With an empty cup in front of me

So someone have a mercy

Give a smile and toss a coin

Then I hope and I pray

God please don’t take me

With this endless street in front of my eyes

Just one last hope..