The red and white archipelago is the sacred heirloom,
Where my heart and soul are rooted deeply and bloom.
My devotion is too tenacious to be quaked,
Or to let any ignoramus stand and break
The venerable legacy that has invigorated the land.
Indonesia, my homeland.
Wishful rain is painting the Chinese New Year,
Washing away the misfortune and fear,
Watering new buds of faith to appear,
With fresh hope as fertilizer.
Another day of battle
Here in the land of the unsettle.
The hot seat makes people brittle
While millions of eyes whistle.
Jakarta, the land of the hopeful
Where millions strife to be powerful;
Meekness is an oasis in the desert of the hateful.
May grace quenches the fire of the mistrustful.
I went to visit the jungle
I expected to be greeted by a tangle
But the tiny red lights were there to spangle
The sprouting lines of new angle.
The night ride must be unwavery,
Vaulting into the battle field submissively,
Breaking through the dark boldly,
Bringing forth the light unfalteringly.
Journaling has never been this tantalizing.
In each moonlight you find a new you.
The you that was unacquainted by you,
But look forward to realizing.
A daybook has never been this mind-boggling.
Arousing the lioness who’s hiding
In the corner of cluelessness, juggling
Between making milestone, and struggling.
A night discourse among the gleam,
Brings out the zeal and makes the countenance beam.
The lights as fireflies from afar, they seem,
Sparkling on the black canvas of our dream.