Poem#4
Calling the grab car
To send me to the MRT
Then ride MRT
from Kwasa Sentral to Bukit Bintang cities
Once at the cities
at the early of the morning,
time to walked and find
the capsule hotel nearby.
But supposedly check in late
but luckily they let me in.
Saturday and Sunday,
I talked to people
Asked the people
more then I used too.
And my bad
ma and pa give a money
then I used it.
Speak an English with
receptionist
Maybe she mistake about
my nationality
But at least I can understand
even a single bit
Living upper floor
of capsule bed
Under me was
a woman who only
can communicate through the sign
And I blur
didn't understand
even a single bit
from what she tried to explained.
But this weekend
I can relaxed
after finishing an assignment
after fighting with the roommate
I can enjoy
viewing, reading, sketching
and even concentrate on
the things surround me
So I can create this
lovely poem for myself
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