Night story (original poetry) [day #19]

Night story

Why am I called night
Is it because of darkness
Or because the lights are incandescent
Or because of the flying bats
Or electrical substations that scream

What is clear is not because losers - losers where drunk
Not for thieves hanging around
Or a hungry city thug
The masher and the comforter

I am the complement of a day
The resting place of all human beings
Only small larons are running for light
Only old crickets still sounded
Chilling the time until dusk

I am a place to give degrees
Place kneels to the Whole
Together with a shabby wind
I am the place to tell the story between the servant and the creator.

By. Zulkarnen @zulacut
March 25, 2018
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Indonesian
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Cerita malam

Kenapa aku disebut malam
Apakah kerena kegelapan
Atau karena lampu – lampu pijar becahaya
Atau karena kelelawar yang beterbangan
Atau gardu – gardu listrik yang menjerit

Yang jelas bukan kerena pecundang – pecundang tempat bermabukan
Bukan karena pencuri yang berkeliaran
Atau preman kota yang kelaparan
Si hidung belang dan wanita penghibur

Aku adalah pelengkapnya sebuah hari
Tempat peristirahatan semua insan
Hanya laron kecil yang berlarian mencari cahaya
Hanya jangkrik tua yang masih merdu bersuara
Menghiasa waktu senja hingga pagi

Aku tempat bermunajat kepada yang memberi derajat
Tempat bersimpuh kepada yang Maha utuh
Bersama angin yang lusuh
Aku tempat bercerita antara hamba dan pencipta.

Oleh. Zulkarnen @zulacut
25 Maret 2018

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This poem tells us, an analogue of the night that tells a little why the night is there and what for tonight is created.

This poem is an offering on the 19th day, in the challenge of 100 days of poetry in the brainstorming by @d-pend and steemitschool community. thanks to all the steemians who have been willing to read and upvote this poem, may be useful

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@zulacut