Ode to my child

My daughter or son or..
if i get old and boring
patronizing you with
all these mundane structures
school,
homework,
work,
married,

everything that you might not understand
everything that you might hate
or tend to break
remind me that I have told you this

That, this world is keeping secrets
waiting to be unveiled
this world is not only miseries
and robotic act
and put your humanity behind the bar

But this world is offering you with million of possibilities
and adventure and magic
fairies, heroes, gods are not tale
We are part of a long story of humans
We are the miracle

This world is always
a battle of good and evil
and in the end
goodness is always win
Honesty will always win
Sincerity will always win
Even if people play you around
and betray
of your fond purity
let them be


Since the world is keeping secrets
waiting to be unveiled
Sky is keeping secrets
waiting to be unveiled
Your heart is keeping secrets
waiting to be unveiled

Only the winner who can unveil
the one who always, always
follow their heart

Then, never stop to redefine
ask questions
be foolish
honest
and free

and remind me,
that I have told you this
even when I still dont know
if i can have you

This world is too sedative
and hard for us to wake
paying loan is bigger than dream
the real is better to have dream
and avoid the loan :))

If I got old and whining
ask you to have good job, house
to get married and have kids
remind me that I have told you this

This world has no boundaries
You have no boundaries
We are the miracle
Just be you

3 comments:

watung said...

puisinya lumayan

the writer said...

sayangnya, ini bukan puisi.. thanks anyway

the writer said...

now, 7 years later after this poem was written, i have a son and a daughter. Never imagine that. My son Anandia and mu daughter Aliana, this poem will remind me over and over, that i believe in freedom. that I believe in miracle. I want both of you to believe this too. One day, we will converse about this. i love you, my child.