Indonesia Poem by Miemi Jamal

Wind as the score
Waves on percussion
The Birds on strings
Traffic at top vocal
The Maestro is Nature
In symphony with Devine

The essence is pure
The life is simple
Roots of culture
That seeds the nation

There is a smile
always a look
with bold eyes
intense ears
wide nose
Hundreds of Islands
Barring millions
To compete for life

The Taste sometimes bitters
No harm, no danger
Just living, mostly selling

Love or hate Indonesia
to be born in Java
to live in Sanur
smelling of Pandan
Tasting of Padang
To swim the Selats
To be lost in time and space