I minup coffee,
coconut rice breakfast,
continued smoke one stick.
She was sick.
Her tears couldn’t lie,
but I Did not know what really was,
I was also still confused
to look for her sad
Just what I going to do
I continued to pray
only
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem. A simple expression of desperation and seeking God's help.