After Seeing Birds
There is a bird, spreads its wings, flies too high
There is a bird, flies freely, lower than the first
There is a bird, flies faster to find prey for itself
Another bird wants to fly around, but it is injured
Another bird wants to fly away, but its body not so aerodynamic
Another bird wants to fly, but it is caged
Another bird wants to fly, but it is trapped
Another bird wants to fly, but it was died
...and I stand and see, only assuring this self that it can do more than another human thought since it was no more a bird in the cage.
=can you guess the character that becomes inspiration for this poetry? It's so obvious.=I love to read poetry. Err, to be honest, I ain't good at writing poetry because my grammar is so...(fill it by urself), even my Indonesian. I only give a try for this one.