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Teacher Intan Poem Collection Vol. 2

I had an inspiration to write this poem as I was babysitting both of my cute nieces, Auliya and Nuha. When I saw them playing together happily, I finally realized that my world is indeed perfect, as long as they exist in it.. :) 


IN INTAN’S PERFECT LITTLE WORLD



In Intan’s perfect little world
the sky is always blue and the sun shines brightly
the weather is cool and snow comes occasionally
rainbows are everywhere and at night, the stars glimmer beautifully


In Intan’s perfect little word
there’s no greed, apathy and jealousy
family bonds are sturdy and friends are aplenty
and everyone there is just purely and genuinely happy


In Intan’s perfect little world
nobody knows about the ‘idiot box’ called the television
which kills imagination, free will or even the feeling of compassion
by putting false stereotyped ideas which creates animosity and aggression


In Intan’s perfect little world
there is no prickly feeling of pain or sudden swelling feet and she’ll never wheeze
every time she wants to move or just merely breathe
because the word ‘pain’ or ‘illness’ or ‘disease’ just do not exist


In Intan’s perfect little world
she is strong enough to walk everywhere or just sit down to read under a tree
to watch Auliya and Nuha play, laugh and just being carefree
while she lies on her back and naps peacefully


In Intan’s perfect little world
she knows her parents will stop to worry
and her siblings will not feel any form of anxiety
because she will always be forever happy, jovial and healthy…



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Teacher Intan Poem Collection Vol. 1

This is something I wrote almost a year ago, when I was first diagnosed with my heart condition. My sincere apology if it sounded so angsty...



HOW?

how do i tell others my feet ache like crazy when they swell?
and how do i hide the fact that most of the time i can't breathe well...

how can i make my parents feel less worried and anxious?
and stop treating me like a little baby because it's making me feel self-conscious...

how to make my superior see that i'm not that useless?
and actually it's my meds that's making me blur and careless...

how to stop others from looking at me in such pitiful way?
because truthfully it hurts more than the people who choose to look away...

how do i tell myself to always stay positive?
when i know how much more my body can give...

however...

how could i simply give up
and say it's over?
when everyone i love around me
says that i am a fighter...
never stop believing in me
in every single matter...
that's what makes my life special
and i'm always thankful to Allah... forever...


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