Brother!
You called yourself brother,
You only feel the sweat of water
And forget that blood is thicker
Friend!
Where were you when asarael visit?
And you can't die for me;
You broadcast my death
Just like the birth of messaih;
You have never been there as friend,
But my neighbour
Father!
To the father who has never be there
In the time of hindrance to give hope,
For my dream, he has never wish me a sucess of winning
You that have never give me a faith
That i can move the mountains
Are you my father or my heart wairy
Love!
You promised me your heart
You told me that am precious to than gold
Why did you put on golds and diamonds as jewelries after my death?
Where do you left me?
I don't think these was real
Mother
A tremendeous kudos to the mother
Who has always be there for me
She cared from my germinating and my childhood
I don't believe it was real
Until i heard from her that 'all is well'
Even when stage is full of tempest
Bravo...for the hope that the sky will be my beginning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem