Indonesia

Indonesia my cradle-land

The first place where I stepped

The country that was full of fight

When blood was spilled

Just to be a born country

The place where I put my head

Where I feel warmth

With the rice plants that fill my tummy

The sludge in the fields that holds my feet to not go

And the equatorial emerald that comforts me

I won't erase the picture it has scratched in my life

Nor changing the color of it

I can't put my feet away from this land

My tears is often trickled

Whenever I see the blood of Indonesia is spilled again

My heart is so wrecked even the most wrecked

When I hear the cry of Indonesia

Smile is on my face

And my tears is welled

When I see Indonesia is at the top of the mountain

The mountain of pride and achievements

Indonesia's name is written in my heart

Indonesia is a piece of the puzzle of my life that I've found

To help me in perfecting the indescribable puzzle of my life

Author's Note

Please say something about it XD thanks before
~Maria~

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

This is a fine poem, not scared to be patriotic, with a lot of charm and beauty.