Sound Of Freedom Poem by Trino Chan

Starry starry night,
it is a sweltering summer night.
I lie on the grassland,
counting the number of stars.
The boundless and endless universe,
there are countless stars,
flaring and flaring in the darkness.

My heart is beating,
the wind is breezing,
I feel like bracing.

A flash of inspiration,
I feel rather free,
indulging in having a relaxation here.

Suddenly,
a meteor streaks across the vast universe,
an ominous silence.

I stand up,
back to the reality,
I read the newspapers,
I listen to the radio,
I watch the TV.
Orators flee from the suffocating climate,
their voices disappear for breather,
where is our freedom?

Still here,
approaching and accosting,
it is nearby,
keep insisting!

(18th of May,2004)