Sejauh Mata Memandang
A paradox in motion, a riddle intertwined,
Ever-changing, ever true, in the eye of the beholder's mind.
A paradox in motion, a riddle intertwined,
Ever-changing, ever true, in the eye of the beholder's mind.
I shall give it to thee
Each line is a tale, each word a scar,
A map of life, both near and far.
My pen is inked with pain and strife,
Each poem is a chapter of my life,
So though I’m not a poet by trade,
In every verse, my soul is laid.