The Curse on Me - Because I Write

I never say I am always right,
I just write
I never am a beacon of light
I just write
I never claim to have any insight
I just write

When I see sadness, I sympathise
That is me as I am
When I see confusion, I empathise
That is me as I am
When I see happiness, I rejoice
That is me as I am

For what purpose am I being judged
Because I write?
For what truth has my right been violated
Because I write?
For what need am I to be ousted
Because I write?

Good is good, wrong is wrong
I write what I write; do not judge me for who I am
For the weak, I pen words which are strong
I write what I write; do not judge me for who I am
For the broken-hearted, I pen words which comfort and inspire
I write what I write; do not judge me for who I am
For the determined. I pen words which aspire
I write what I write; do not judge me for who I am

I write as a woman, as a woman would understand
For I am a woman
I write as a mother, as a child would understand
For I am a mother
I write as a child, as a mother would understand
For I am a child
I write as a sister, as a brother would understand
For I am a sister
I write as a lover. as a lover would understand
For I am full of love,
I write as FRIEND...as only a friend would understand
No matter if I a woman, a mother, a child, a sister, a lover be
For friendship transcends status and decree
time and space,
action and face.

At any moment in time,
I come as I am, I write what I write
With nothing but this in mind
For the love of my fellow friends- the women in them, my friends- the children in them,my friends- the brothers they are, my friends whoever they may be..
I feel in me all these that you feel ever so strongly
I wish I dont have it in me...cursed be for me if I am understood wrongly, and judged unfairly
and no matter who I am, as perceived
I am just me...I am only who you want me to be, but you do not see,
Because I write....because of the writer.....in me.
This is my testimony
~UmmuAhmadain
25/10/09

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down on as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim.
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black,
Oh I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence;
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has mde all the difference
~Robert Frost

Homecoming

V
I've learnt
the ways of the rude
to hold reality in a a new logic
debate with hard and loud facts;
but I too am humble, respecting
man and life

VI
I am not a new man
not very different from you
the people and cities
of coastal parts
taught me not to brood
over a foreign world,
suffer difficulties
or fear possibilities
I am you
freed from the village,
its soils and ways
independent, because
I have found myself

~Si Tenggang's Homecoming

The Character of A Happy Life

How happy is he born and taught
That serveth not another's will;
Whose armour is his honest thought,
And simple truth his utmost skill!

Whose passions not his masters are;
Whose soul is still prepared for death,
Untied unto the world by care
Of public fame or private breath.

This man is freed from servile bands
Of hope to rise or fear to fall;
Lord of himself, though not of lands,
And having nothing, yet hath all!

Sir Henry Wotton