Babies (Villanelle)

Babies (Villanelle)

A Poem by MeithaSoekotjo

Babies, that’s what we are naturally.

No matter how old and proud, we are just babies.

From whom we call Abba in daily.

 

Now, tell me who has feed us on daily..?

Or comfort us in all nights..?

Babies, that’s what we are naturally.

 

We can work hard and having pennies abundantly.

Could they mean something if there’s no Sun in our sights..?

From whom we call Abba in daily.

 

Be a smart a*s completely!

That smart enough to run this globe making regular spins.

Babies, that’s what we are naturally.

 

Even the wisest men would be kindly,

surrender  to be just some babies,

from whom we call Abba in daily.

 

Be honest, that  are uncountable things that we could not explain in literary,

for our minds as the unpredictable and unreachable things.

Babies, that’s what we are naturally.

From whom we call Abba in daily.

© 2016 MeithaSoekotjo


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Added on April 24, 2016
Last Updated on April 24, 2016
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MeithaSoekotjo
MeithaSoekotjo

Denpasar, Bali, Indonesia



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I am a poetry from my parents and still continuing to be one without any plan in doing so. I live in Bali, Indonesia. I am an initiator of an art appreciation community, Free Your Mind. more..

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