A poetry. A remember. A you.

What do you know about a poetry?

Yes, a poetry.. A poetry can talk about whatever. About pains, sorrows, sads, happy, loves, brokes or maybe flats. I love poetry. From whoever the creator, I just love a poetry. ofcourse a good one or maybe a poetry that describes what i am feeling right now :D. You do too, no?

I know this poetry when i was in 2nd grade in my junior high school. I knew it because that was the moment we had to perform a poetry in front of the class. I knew it and then i feel loved. It is a cool poetry, pals.. really it does.

I forgot about this whole poetry actually and ofcourse the one behind :p. But i didnt forget about the last words, the coolest part. I never forget it. At least, til now..

Then, I decided to search it in Google. And yes, Google told me about the poetry.

Enjoy this poetry like i did, pals..




Soni Farid Maulana

Kau

Memang di musim salju
Tak ada bunga kuncup walau sepucuk
Tapi di dasar kalbuku; kau setangkai angkuli
Mekar sudah.

Malam hanya angin dingin
Mengetuk-ngetuk jendela kamarku,
Menggigilkan pepohonan. Tapi bara
yang kau taruh dalam hatiku; berkobar,

Menjelma api, menghangatkan pikir dan rasa
Mencairkan gairah hidupku yag nyaris beku
Sepadat batu. Di lain waktu kau adalah arus air

Mendenyutkan sungai yang dikerontangkan
Terik matahari. Kau arah yang kutuju

Bebas dari kehancuran

(2001)

This poetry has also been translated by someone, named Nikmah Sarjono.

This english version is the first I know before the bahasa indonesia version. Ah,  feel like i am a juniorhighschoolgirl again, sit down at the back of class, read this poetry again, again, again and never feel bored. Until my name was called by my teacher. That's sweet. a 2nd grade juniorhighschoolgirl, with a poetry that impressed her so much. i swear, i never feel like so much adored a poetry, except this!

And here for, you..

You

Indeed in the winter
There isn’t a single bud of flower
But in the bottom of my heart;
You are a beautiful Angkuli
In bloom

Night is only the cold wind
Knocking on my window
Trembling the trees. But the flame
You aroused in my soul; blazing

Becomes fire, warms my thoughts and senses
Melting my almost frozen passion of life
Like a rock. At other times you are the water flowing
Throbing again the dry river
Dehydrated by the sun. You are my destination

Free from destruction.

(2001)

"And I still remember about You are my destination. Free from destruction.. And maybe, i wont ever forget about that last piece of the poetry.."