The Silent Voice from Village
(A
Prose)
by
Ardi Mulyana Haryadi
This is just the way I am after what can I talk , I'm not a poet
This is just the way I am after what can I talk , I'm not a poet
The young man
lives alone in his village. He does not know purpose his life. Every day, he
usually visits some place to absorbed in thought. Not rarely poems born from
his taught. “Oh, Sun, may I know who am I?” he said.
First poem talks
about live.
“Sky, blue and
clear with panorama
I just want to
you give me several answer to
About live and
how live steam down into niche everyone who wants to know
I have been
thinking value of solitude
All of the
reasons, they are arise when I was writing this poem”
After that, he walks into the jungle and
found a stone. Then he sits on the it.
Second poem talks all I can say
“Oh, the day flows be going into the
darkness
Along the way up to, I found voice of
silence
Many people seldom understand what I mean
I have written poems for enjoying my
conviction
But, up to now I feel alone if birds do not
sing when the sun arise in the morning
What is a dark day
I do not think so if I begin to tell love,
love and belief”
Third poem. This prose aims to show you how
to solve own problems.
“I am afraid of my own shadow when moon
begins shine up my head
I look it with detail gaze
Can you give me shine which I can take a
bath
Oh I just dreamer
My knowledge does not come to pick up you
You are like a pretty girl who often visits
my dreams
I say welcome to my own prose”
Fourth poem. His taught does not stop. This time to
explain about love.
“Oh my girl, my imagination do not go so
far so as I feel life alone
The one of reason I wrote this silent prose
is to pick up you
You are like spot of shine which I cannot
see you although in the dark
Do not call me as a liar with my own
imagination
Please, look at the sky, there I often sing
like a harmony of the nature
When love is a purpose, it can bring us
to our fantasy
I want to you always stay in my mind
Always up to me close to my own die
We are not immortal but our love is”
In my village,
Garut West Java, 2012
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