The Greatest Boon (2) Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan
The Greatest Boon (2)
KALI MATI RESIDENCE aka The Greatest Boon
by Sylvia Frances Chan
The greatest boon
one afternoon
I have seen that again
life is one great simplest pain
it is now itching again
so much pain
and the monsoon rain is back again!
the greatest boon
that afternoon
I was wrong
since my sadness was too strong
the greatest boon
that late afternoon
was not the moon too soon
in such late afternoon
it was the sun
but not for fun
I stood solemnly
so much gravity
at my beloved Mum's graveyard
I felt so smart
and stupid
at the same minute
it was not the moon too soon
nor the sun
for fun
it was my great sadness
in all its simpleness
at the foot of Kali Mati (pronounce: "Kalee Matee" thank you)
not a high mountain
nor a fresh fountain
my loving heart
commanded me
Sylvie
sob your overwhelming very sad heart
and let glide
at the Kali Mati
sad side
JAKARTA, at my only Bro's Residence
Mother, motherland, soil and grave knitted with a maintained rhythm. Well. Thank you,
Thank you for your great support, that means very much to me, Pranab.
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7/24/2025 7:52:35 PM # 1.0.0
What an outstanding poem! The overwhelming emotions, the easy flow, the rhyme and rhythm all make it a great read. Thanks for sharing. It's truly inspiring.