Yuswan Taufiq
Of the brood which saved native teak
Mother, as the sky mirror
Motherland was unsheathed within inner act
Who knows been soundly asleep
misguided by windy rain across
One by one teak trunks go stumbling
the roots is scattered leaving home
Ah, where should I adhere to
My mother’s trace has sprawled
on the backyard
Be buried by rains no man’s land
Maybe now just a name
without her caress remaining
(2009)