Why do I love my home?
Because I need not face death casually and blantantly. Because suffering is temporary. Because life is so much more than gravels and graveyard. Because life is very much alive.
Because my mother is safely home. Because my house is sturdy and solid. Because my family goes for outings every weekend. Because I am surrounded by caring relatives. Because I have a cause.
Because no matter how life test me, there is always that squint of hope. Yes, hope.
My Merdeka Haiku:
Durian smells bad
Rambutans are sickly sweet
How seasons collide
A haiku to sum my Merdeka post. I see an infinite beauty in Haiku. Small, precious and meaningful.
afiqsays
:::::Happy Merdeka Day:::::
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