A Lantern in the Midst of Fog
By Leni Marlina
Not a falling star in the night's embrace,
But a lantern glowing through the thickest haze,
Its light not blinding nor bold,
Yet it shines just enough to guide the weary soul.
It is not the wind that whispers false promises,
Nor the storm that strikes with fury untamed,
But an ancient tree clinging to the cliff's edge,
With roots that hold the earth, keeping it firm and unchanged.
It wears no mask of power's might,
Not like the lone eagle soaring high in flight,
But like a river, gently weaving its course,
Breathing life to every stretch of land it crosses.
It is not a king in a silver-spired tower,
Nor a blinding illusion spun to cower,
But like a tranquil green hill at dawn,
Where people rest when the scorching sun has shone.
It craves not the heirloom of a dynasty's line,
Nor strings of gold and gems entwined,
But like a faithful farmer sowing seeds of hope,
It waits for the harvest, where justice will grow.
In its heart, the vows of the nation lie deep,
Like mountains that cradle the boundless sea,
It stands unwavering, defying the storm's howl,
Guarding the sacred freedom, never to let it fall.
Fearless before the shadows of towering might,
It is the dawn that stirs us to rise,
Blowing winds of hope in the nation's every breath,
A true leader, keeping the land's promise of life.
Padang, West Sumatra, 2024
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