The Sorrow and Happiness

Wounds in our life
like wounds of the prophets
when was stoned,
sending out,
fro their society
crossed
and then refused
Every where

Wounds in heart
was felt until now
When the love refused
When we could not anymore
Knock On her doors

When we could not attend
Her Weddings
When we only heard
the News from another person
When greetings were given far from
When she gave greetings of happiness
When his children continued born
But we continue to heart
When the friend alone
did not want gave her address
Where you remained.
I so stand alone
Whether you currently happiness
Or suffering

The wound when I am be
in the greay territory
Whether currently I happy
Or suffered?

Prasetya Utama,27/05/2008

poem by Prasetya Utama
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