I draw a man, with my finger on the sand,
He looks like you and suddenly
he becomes alive.
He talks and laughs,
At least a brief moment that I could say
How i miss you
But I ain’t No God,
The breeze of reality blow him off,
The brown eyes and sharp nose crooked,
The handsome smile dissolves into the appalling breeze,
And he turns into a handful of meaningless and dirty sand,
That simply trampled over by feet of life.
By Fadzillah Chin,
Sepanggar, Kota Kinabalu
27th Jan 2012
(A short poem before travelling back to Labuan)