Perempuan-perempuan Suci

Perempuan-perempuan suci
Di hadapan musola
Dengan muka diperlihat separuh
Memegang ratib dan bersimpuh

Perempuan-perempuan suci
Melihat aku manusia hina
Seperti syurga ialah pintu
Yang kuncinya aku tak ketemu
Kerana kata mereka
Dengan lumpur dosa aku bawa
Menapak dunia dengan cela

Perempuan-perempuan yang kononnya suci
Katanya bagus dibuat isteri
Terjaga maruah diri
Siapakan tahu
Ada teman atas divan
Berhias nafsu syahwat
Hingga terlupa garis syariat

Perempuan-perempuan yang dianggap suci
Tertutup wajah dalam kerudung hitam
Berjalan di pasar dari mimbar
Membawa cerita anak imam terlondeh seluar

#Budakdeep

Tulus: Izwan Bakhtiar

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