Old Wet Grass Poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo

Old Wet Grass



Gracious never complained
Always smiling when he is sick
For the wet grass
Always happy when
your shoes stepped on
Garden and house are old
Nothing's changed
Although increasingly fragile
We can still recognize
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Happiness to be part of the suffering
Pain of being a part of the longing

(2013)

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