I often walk from market to my home <br />through chinese shop matters which sold; gold <br />Kelontong variety and rice <br />Book Store and printings office <br />And then store through which basic necessities are sold at government-fixed prices, and the barber shop, gambling Boss <br /> <br />Through water wheel to arrange flow of water to the rice field <br />Flow of water have curves in the river till the South Ocean <br />Where all kind of fish <br />Play from morning to night <br />Among of the evil spirit and demon <br />In the South Ocean, <br />The Palace of Nyai Loro Kidul <br />Quenn of all evil and demon in the South <br /> <br />When night come, “Lampor” <br />walk with howl of the wind <br />Children who heard their voice <br />Were run to their armpit mother <br />And drunk milk from nipple <br />Crosed the dark of night and fear <br />In the warmth of the batik cloth <br />and mother embrace <br /> <br />To day I am not afraid <br />Fairy tale, demon or evil spirits <br />who walk at midnight <br />to pass in the children imaginations <br /> <br />on the bridge old man and the youngers are gathering <br />to tell their experience and imagiantions each other <br />in the evening, <br />where the water river flow for fish, and demon <br />flow granted all of fish and their imagination<br /><br />Prasetya Utama<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lampor/
