DO-MI-NO: Melody of Life

Yusuf achmad

In your eyes, the note ‘do’ softly flows,
Like the twilight shadows caressing the night light.
On your lips, ‘do’ echoes melodiously,
A morning bird’s song, full of hope.

In your heart, ‘mi’ disrupts the calm,
Like the distant rumble of a storm.
My steps are full of dominoes,
Small numbers rushing like heavy rain.

In my heart, large domino numbers reside,
Like a sturdy mountain standing tall.
In my sky, the double numbers shine just as bright,
Like stars gleaming in the night.

This is our ‘do-mi’ rhythm intertwined,
The domino of life, closed and open.
Like a creaking door, inviting and blocking,
Though odd numbers often appear.

Like a puzzle hard to solve,
This is the melody of life with the note ‘do-mi’.
An incomplete note, waiting to become a perfect song,
Behind the screen, the virtual world spins.

Like a bee searching for nectar, flying aimlessly,
In its belly, the nectar processes.
Honey forms, sweet yet full of deceit,
Online gambling, a game of fate stretched out.

It is a wave that comes and goes,
Sucking hope, leaving a bitter trace.
Like ice cream melting under the scorching sun,
Success and failure, two sides of the same coin.

Like ants searching for food,
Walking in line, never alone.
Following an unbroken path,
The thread of fate tightly woven.

My friend’s phone always lights up,
Not just gambling, but tragic, real stories.
A wife killing her husband,
A farmer’s child and young people.

Private and public employees,
Even officials, the highest enforcers of justice.
Oh life trapped in a circle,
Oh fate hanging by a thin thread.

Like a rope tightening around a gambler’s neck,
In an old video I found on my phone.
A man hanging, his eyes empty,
He said he got lost in the virtual maze.

Online gambling from a distant land,
Sucking souls without a trace,
Like shadows disappearing in the night,
The ‘do-mi-no’ of life, a colorful universe romance.

Not in the village, city, or country,
But in our hearts, where love anchors.
‘Do-mi-no’ becomes the dominant number,
In our fate, feelings, sins, and hopes.

Only the beautiful ‘do-mi-no’ numbers speak,
No large, double, small, or odd numbers hidden.
Certainty, not doubt, reality, not mirage,
‘Do-mi-no’ I will arrange into a melody.

As beautiful as the wise gambler’s king numbers,
Dancing in a symphony.
Under the starry night sky,
We play in rhythm.

The ‘do-mi-no’ of life, full of mystery and wonder.

5-6-2024