Prasetya Utama Poems

Trunks Glagah
Scramble to reach the blue sky
A breath of fresh air
Lined-row at the edge of the village road
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Mist hovering kite
At the foot of the mountain
Lightweight white cotton like
Morning breeze
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Golden flute sound of Kang Gareng,
High-pitched, split the air mist
Splitting the dark night yan
A troubled heart-wrenching
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I am the village women,
can only read and write Java script,
Javanese
not the letter Pallava and Sanskrit
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Many times I said I was selfish
Selfish, but you still follow me
Like, do not like. Wherever I go
For that, I was annoyed
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Throughout the years, this fertile ground of all time
produce an abundant rice harvest
but when Cane and Nila had to be planted
with the laws and promises
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at home there are grandparents
age is aging
95 years
every day
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sure not sure
Do you yourself believe
absolutely convinced
all on me
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storm yesterday afternoon
knock down pine trees
damaging flowers
telephone poles
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of course, of course I will come
to your house, like the old days
good morning, afternoon or evening
until you yourself are no stranger
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