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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=479621" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Fish Pound and Violin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=479621" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My grandpa stay in the house<br>Near the river<br>Where its water flow end in the South Ocean</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=479621" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">His garden hedged with Bamboo trees<br>In front of the garden planted three tuft trees<br>The children like to climb the tuft tree<br>Pick up the fruits and eat on the tree<br>Glad and laughing<br>My grandpa was silent and said nothing<br>He just smile subtly, and gaze at far away</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=479621" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There is a fish pond in the backyard, <br>In its edge planted pineapple and banana trees<br>My grandma always give brand and papaya leaf to the pound<br>Giving food for the fish like Gurame, Sepat dan Nila, <br>While my grandpa make a biola, gitar and bass<br>In the litlle studio, near the kitchen<br>I passionatedly gaze the fish jump around<br>And glad<br>While they don’t know their destiny<br>Decided by mothers in the cities<br>On the frying pan, roastibng, caserate, <br>With imagine to ecpanced their plan on the rice filed<br>Near the road forgeted how farmer produce, <br>Fish, rice and vegetable, <br>And actually<br>Their Self conscience.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Prasetya+Utama">Prasetya Utama</a></strong></div>