Only A Friend...

Aku membaca akhbar pada suatu petang. Hanya sekali dalam dua minggu aku akan sentuh akhbar yang dibeli ayah. Nasib baik petang itu aku membaca akhbar kerana ada sebuah aritkel yang menarik telah diterbitkan. Pemenang Pertandingan Kreativiti. Aku pernah menghantar pelbagai karya untuk pertandingan itu tetapi aku tidak pernah menang. Kali itu aku membaca akhbar, pemenang Pertandingan Kreativiti diterbitkan. Walaupun aku tak pernah menang dalam pertandingan itu, namun aku suka mengetahui karya-karya apa yang telah menang. Aku suka membaca cerita-cerita kreatif serta gambar-gambar yang mengagumkan....

 

 

Johan Pertandingan Kreativiti tahun 2009 telah dipilih. Karya-karya petanding-petanding telah pun disemak oleh hakim-hakim dari seluruh dunia. Hanya karya-karya yang paling hebat akan dilantik serta dipaparkan dalam akhbar, namun hanya satu yang mampu dipamerkan ke seluruh dunia. Karya yang telah meninggalkan jejakan dalam hati hakim-hakim juga akan menarik pembaca-pembaca. Karya ini adalah, "Only A Friend", karyaan G.J.

 

Only A Friend

 

We were never best friends nor were we lovers,

But I loved him as I loved a brother.

Kind, funny, radiant, happy, friendly and open,

The smiling spirit.

Until...

That solemn day,

That day when his beloved father left.

I was not at scene,

I was not the first to know.

For who am I?

Neither best friends nor lovers were we,

We were only friends,

And new ones at that.

 

I came to know when I heard

From a former lover of his, a friend.

I felt my heart sink as I could not console him,

I did not know him well nor did I know his father.

From that little bird who dropped by and told me so,

She said his relationship with his dad was very close.

From what her tongue unfurled,

It seemed as though his dad was the only hero

In his bright, sunny world.

And when it was he left,

That bright, sunny world was no more.

It was filled with dark clouds

Swirling in the grief, depressed sky.

So vast, but filled with woe,

So high, but filled with broken hearts,

A sad world.

 

I look at him and I wonder,

"Are you alright?"

For I brood,

As he is like a brother of mine.

I observe him,

His movements and gestures,

And compare them to when we first met.

His movements were not as lively.

His eyes, no longer filled

With that bright, radiant, happiness anymore.

I know he is sad,

But he does not show.

His eyes are filles with the same dark sorrow

That I once had

When a loved one was no longer by my side.

He does not express his depression,

Instead he hides it with plastic happiness.

His movements, changed only by that small amount.

 

Could nobody tell?

Could nobody else console him?

His bright, radiant aura is still there,

But then the sorrowful aura lingers at the tip.

Can't anybody feel it?

Doesn't anybody know?

I know he is sad,

Oh, how I wish I could help,

But I cannot console him,

For we hardly speak nowadays,

A nd I still do not know him well.

I wish for him to be happy,

So I can see his true smile shine.

But I do not know how to bring back the sun

And chase away the dark clouds that saddened his wide sky.

 

I want to help but I am incapable.

For who am I?

I am only a friend, and a small one at that.

But I love him, as a brother no less.

 

G.J. 

 

Syair yang telah mengambil johan dalam pertandingan kreativiti peringkat dunia diterbitkan dalam akhbar seluruh dunia, namun identiti penyair yang benar dirahsiakan, hanya kependekan nama dipaparkan.

 

Tahukah siapa G.J.? Aku tahu, tapi aku tak mungkin bocorkan rahsia yang indah ini.