Who is The Girl?
Indeed she was,
Not my servant!
'Then the who IS SHE? 'Mr. Big asked.
Gareng hobbled to lincak, sitting breath, set the answer:
'Children who, yes, he was'
If the parents themselves deny
And the girl herself, nor does it admit it.
Oh, thought Mr. Big, there are children born in this world
Not through the mother's womb
And seeds of his father,
The children of gods who are down to earth
Feel the world is glittering, in the dim
Tobacco shop on the corner.
Sariwati Gareng and Goddess alone,
couples are not blessed with offspring.
'He's a servant, sir, ' replied Sariwati Gareng and stammered.
poem by Prasetya Utama
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