By Siti Sarah Sofea
When white brims the island’s eyes
while I was away from her,
black painted my heart as it dies.
Their demons help them weave lies,
decades of woe that jealousy spur
caused the white to brim the island’s eyes.
When she said yes, I was surprised,
as what she gave others was demur.
Now, black painted my heart as it dies.
In her bay reside my prize
but they conceive it as lost seeds.
It’s brimming white in the island’s eyes.
Half of my soul dissipated with her demise.
I’m her life’s black cloud, I confer,
painting my heart black too as it dies.
False took truth as guise.
Vying in wickedness, they stir.
Brimming the white in the island’s eyes,
painting my heart black as it dies.
(The Author's Attempt on Mahsuri's Illustration)
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