By Maya Green
Sitting below the window overhanging
A vintage view espied across the sea
Oh the moon is still up, a surprise to see
At this predawn hour in the morning
The calm sea gently caresses the shore
Under the watchful eyes of the aged moon
My native lute moans a mournful song
Saying: Peace, melancholic still; all’s well
The morn’s reprieve: Keep up the faith!
Forget praying to get rich, better to confess
Surrendering is to go through the right test
For we have to aspire, to do our level best
No matter the circumstances, we are in
Or the predicaments, we may be fenced in
Always pray, whenever in an uncertainty
And then do your best, to work prudently
This life’s constant twists and many turns
Takes away the boredom of a straight ride
Or the monotonous lull when there is no tide
Life has her wisdom, in her many returns
Dateline:
7:58 am
September 23, 2025
Shah Alam, Selangor DE
