menunggu tak pernah memberi pilihan.
begitu aku rasa dalam tiga puluh lima tahun menanti.
dimasa itu aku meraba nasib, dan panjang aras waktu berlalu begitu saja.
begitupun rindu ternyata tak sama. diam-diam di dalam lubuk ianya menciptakan kegelisahan, rasa menggoda tak tertahankan tak berkata-kata kecuali mengalirkan air mata.
begitulah tiga puluh lima tahun berlalu tak biasa, diantara rindu dan sendu yang tak berbentuk.
ketika mewujud temu, berhamburan rindu itu melayang-layang tak menentu menuju semua arah.
sebisanya aku sedu sedan, bukan getir galau tapi rindu tertumpah waktu.
ibu aku ingin lagi memelukmu.
tanjong selamat, 22 september 2015
Hug Mom
by hanif sofyan
To wait is to be denied a choice,
I’ve learned in thirty-five years of time.
I’ve felt fate’s grasp, the sands of time’s swift flight.
Longing, a silent, restless, deep-seated plight,
A tempting ache, unspoken, yet it cries
In tears that fall from my longing eyes.
Thirty-five years, an unusual span,
Of longing, sorrow, a shapeless, endless plan.
When we met, my longing took to flight,
A scattered dream, lost in the fading light.
I wept, not from despair, but from the tide
Of longing that had overflowed inside.
Mother, I yearn for your embrace once more.
Waiting, a choice denied,
A truth I’ve known for thirty-five years.
I’ve felt the passage of time, fate’s tide,
As longing, a silent, deep-seated fear,
Grew in my heart, a tempestuous sea,
Expressed in tears that fell so freely.
These thirty-five years, unusual and long,
Filled with a longing that was deep and strong.
When we met, my longing took to flight,
A scattered dream, lost in the fading light.
I wept, not from sorrow, but the grace
Of longing that had filled this space.
Mother, I yearn for your embrace once more.
