Jumat, 04 Januari 2013


This poem is for you, dear Mithya.
Some lines I stole from Haim Nachman Bialik called "Nitzotz" (Spark).
I like it, hopefully it will gives you some spirits just like what it did to me.

One spark is hid in the fortress of my heart, 
So small, but mine alone;
I asked it if no man, I stole it not, 
'Tis me, and my own.
And when my heart is broken
"neat the hammer
Of torments and their curse, 
This spark wings out, flies up into my eyes,
And thence into my verse.
 (Haim Nachman Bialik )

Jangan menyerah, we're born fighter. I learn that from you.
You, always have that sparks inside you, the eternal flame, your believes.
No matter how hard it is, please remember there are people who always seeing you as the northern star, the guidance.
Peduli sama kamu, dengan apapun yang akan nempel di dada, jidat, pundak kamu, kemarin, sekarang ataupun nanti.
We're here.

1 komentar:

Anonim mengatakan...

Lovely post. ^^

She doesn't know half of the greatness that she is.