Prasetya Utama (07-01-1949 / Kutoarjo)
The Siong Kretek Cigarette
So I have another grandpa
His head bald
like Mahatma Gandhi
His name is Akhmad Tayibi
In his tin lips
he always slip
The Siong kretek cigarette
Its smoke to rotate
In front of the door
And float in the air
And stay on the Banana leaves
When I came there
His eyes glitter brightly
Har, “pick up the coconut with the soft and spongy meat”
For make its “rujak degan”.
While he stay on the bamboo chair in front of his house
And smoke his liong cigarrette again and again
The smoke round, bring his praise
To the sky, to faee the Lord
alone
Don’t ask his old it is
Onehundred and ten years old
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