early poetry ...
a man and woman acquainted when not yet stepped on adolescence
in the fingers of five fingers, they smile at each other
till familiar and familiar
seconds changed minutes, they fill with joyful but, hide
no one knows. only they through the inner bond of love of monkeys
day after week, they arrived happy in honest heart expressing love,
but remain closed but happy two children of the opposite sex
now months changed,
can not imagine! though love is stored neatly in hidden memories
akh, they are sad!
coveted love closed and hidden them by the lover of the woman who lied on his love
They disperse, however, not the woman and the man
three counts of years passed, but no longer their happiness through the inner love of hidden. but open and beautiful
usunun increase, they can be called teenagers
now men and women teenagers
enter them in different romantic headlines, yet still innocent and beautiful
hay .. lo and behold, they are one in two-wheeled
is the man dropping off and picking up the woman
repeating as before
the man brought a gorgeous woman, and introduced her to the woman,
but no wonder jealous is painted on the face of the woman
akh, no. the man guessed, "maybe his love is diminished, or has ...?"
but, tumbled terka it when the woman still served the man's fingers in (how many fingers, you ga can know: P only me and he who knows) his finger to stick on the sticky forehead because of sweat
comes the hamppir at the end of the verse ...
they are very beautiful, but heartbreaking memories and hearts
06 january 2009, split them up, because the woman betrayed the man
similar things first, when the man repeatedly betrayed the woman but, different.
patient heart more favor the woman not the man,
is the man of jealousy and unselfish attention
ooh .. really sad and very heartbreaking
since events are created and separated. the man gloomily
no more smiles and laughter that entertain the seconds, minutes, days, weeks and years
no more inner contact of their love. broken hearts longing, inner love of them
akh, pity him the man, just scribble pen poems longing and love
a year terabai to hollow memories
the man shot the woman for the first time since an innocent introduction
ooh .. no! rejected and saddened him
comes now at the end of the poem ...
the man and the woman are completely separated
not scolded because never facial breathing
now stored the love of the man in the base of a murky heart full of hope,
hollow untouched and invisible, but different to the woman he did not keep it love it
no more love for the man. memories were buried, dead and gone
ooh, really bad story of the man and woman,
is their engraved heartbreaking memories despite the beginning of beautiful but that in the present sense
it used to be the first time, which men can remember even though the dogs pursue it stop
now now, the man refuses to remember. want to forget but hard to escape in a beautiful story engraved bitterly
different things with the woman. he wants to remember and not forget.
is true, he does not love the man even though the dog continues to always menggong-nginya
that is the verse of the bad story of a man and a woman
A century ago you were inhabited by foreigners
The pain suffered from scratching the wound
Gaping wounds in the heart of my country
You're dead
Quiet and quiet
Wounded without laughter
Only a tempest of excitement
There is no happiness that adorns
Only suffering fills
Teardrops are meaningless
Without an underlying struggle
Rise Indonesia
Unite a despair
Gelora in the soul
Clinging in the chest
Shining in the eyes of the world
The spirit of fire burning
Burning all the pain
There is not much time to think
The determination of spirit to be repellent
Blood flowing
The flag hovering ends
History is engraved
It used to be a dead country
Now my country shines again
Decorated indigenous culture
Technological throne
Printing human quality
Eternal prosperity
Wonderful country gem
Sabang until merauke hers
The mountain ranges, the forests are evident
Cenderawasih, Komodo dragons are witnesses
The sea is like a painting
Beautiful coral reefs
Decorate various specias in it
God's carvings are arranged in my country
As in singing
Our country, the land of heaven
Your lush and prosperous soil
Countless treasures of wealth with fingers
Reside the treasure inside my country
Lined skyscrapers
Become a pillar for the sky
Smart human beings engraved on this side
The name of the land
Millions of achievements you fill
Oh Indonesia .....
Merdunya calung your singing
The graceful motion of your dance
A dragon who tells your life
Batik streaks become your identity
The yarn weave becomes your friend
It's all yours
Indonesia is a soulless country
My country, civilized country
My nation, prosperous nation
My house, home of Indonesia
My heaven, nature of Indonesia
I donate my thoughts
I live my life
I will take care of your wealth
I will take care of your cultural heritage
I will keep your pride
Beautiful my culture
As beautiful as my world
Go to Indonesia With a lasting culture
