Jogja

my poem which i read when i join poem competition for English literature anniversary, when i'm the only man who stand up in front of, and all of the boy classmate going somewhere, what a great pain.. feeling little bit nervous because everyone using back-sound and i just stand using Jogja's clothes and read the poems, what a great tragedy, check this out dude ! :D

Jogja

One night in a small crowd
Many voices from everywhere
The people rejoiced every night
Smell of ginger can be kissed

Old man is also taking a break
Joking with his wife
fried bananas and sweet tea
Sweet moments hard to forget

Few panoramas on the town hall
Many horses lined up in the suburbs
not least against the wind
Prepare to fight in the night


Slightly damaged my dear jogja
No treatment is widely used
Slightly damaged my dear jogja
Utilized without rehabilitation


Now you're getting old
Young people leaving you
Archaeologists began lazily researching
Slightly damaged my dear jogja


Credit : Chris Kurniawan

*Cheers :)