Citatepedia^®.com

Who I am

Grandma Kasan, has the Bali citrus fruit tree
Their fruits was very luxuriant
Unfortunately with-him, Day And Night
after she made the Palm Fruit Charcoal
Always the road observed the her loves citrus fruit
because of being not again child
and the grandchild in her big house
when the night, I pass away
was carried by Old brother
under the citrus tree
that already ripe
around the little path
close my house
get its with my hand
when the grandmother fell asleep

and then I could eat citroes
when at the afternoon I ask her
to have her fruits not permitted

such was juvenile delinquency
when I older we to like children
that wanted to win ourself
the developing process of life
that always
repetitions

Who I am
when the others
gone
left me
alone
in the quiet home

poem by Prasetya Utama
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!