I Know Why You Talked About Freedom Poem by Eva Clara Harahap

I Know Why You Talked About Freedom



Your beautiful mind strike me....
As the sun comes to the dawn...
Your inner bravery amaze me..
Like the song of freedom...
Singing by a free bird....

You are the man of courage...
Put fire under your wings...
Playing gently with all sovereignty...
Talking softly with all men's head..
Bringing wisdom to the midst of my tongue...
As it quietly silence for the rest of the night...
I wish I had half of what you had...

I asked you vigorously...
What the used of all knowledge you had? ...
You charm me, 'till all the star inside me kneel before you..
Lay broken dreams under your feet...
I am now so poor in front of you...

Poor of all knowledge...
Suffer for the wisdom of the universe...
Struggling to match my tongue and my mind..
Dying to have everything you had...

My world means nothing to you..
As it only full of dull wisdom..
As it doesnt catch the essence of living...
As it doesnt speak of all liberty you had...

You look at my face with a silence of gold..
Wondering why I am still living...
After all the secret of life spread before me...
I am waiting I said, for the moon rise on my will...

Then, You said goodbye tenderly...
You talk about freedom so softly...
As it feels like a persuasive breeze blow in my ears...
I was silent for a moment...
Is there any different kind of freedom?

I know now....
You wanted to be free from me....
Not because of me or because of you...
But I am the bird inside a cage...
Who sing out loud about the song of Freedom...

I know Why you talk about Freedom...
Because you wanted me to understand..
Freedom come from a single self..
Freedom is the inner voice...
Freedom does not need to be sung out loud...
As it keeps on roaring even if someone tried to turn it down...

I am still the bird inside the cage...
Singing about freedom so out loud...
You tell me the reason why I keep on singing about freedom...
It is because my inner voice dead long time ago..
In a wood, where the ugly pick them up...
And put them in a jar with beautiful roses...

You still laugh at me...
I am still smiling with a glee...
Wishing to have half of what you had...
You can’t have what I had, you told me silently...

You said that while waving goodbye at me..
Keep on wishing for things to be different you said...
As in your eyes, I am still the bird inside a cage..
Who sing so loud about the song of Freedom...

Copyright © Eva Clara Harahap April 2009

~ Remembering Jogja and the man who walks in the moon of Knowledge and Rise in the Wisdom of the Sun, Living as if there is no tommorow ~

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