The Traveler Poem by Muhammad Ichsan

Friend...

Where would you stamp your foot steps.
In the night not to let any incandescent light;
you just rely on the dim light of a candle flame are melted.

Then the wind play with your good fortune;
candle was nearly extinguished when you are climbing the steep side of the road,
your right left side-a yawning chasm.

Would not it be better to wait for dawn.
While you think about existence now;
you should wait for the sun are shine.

Then after that, you are my friend...

Is there any doubt still tempting your soul?
You are already tired from last night.
After all dark has vanished dark, the light begins to shine;
now every real existence seems to be deceptive.

From what you saw in the night
like pearls on dark walls
suddenly evaporate in this light.
Is there a sink in, O thou traveler who chased your time here.

Hear the faded voices whispering for you!

If you love this world bigger than
your effort to see yourself in a shiny insight, then
you are failed to exist.

How could you arrive at your real destination?