It’s now already two decades,
Since the first time I learn how to walk,
Roughly, slowly but smoothly,
That how I remembered my mom thought me.
Day by day, followed by months and years,
I just keep walking, followed the path,
Which have been pass from my mom,
Descend long ago from her descendents,
Now me; as sources for the next generations.
As time passed by,
I heard people keep talking about this path of mine,
“This road was guided by the Owner of the right,
Flowers, birdsongs, calm wind and beautiful white light,
It was parts of the road that can be described”.
Written by Nik Ahmad Fariq B Nik Ibrahim
30 January 2010
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