Discussing Loneliness Poem by Silivester Kiik

In the late twilight
-the rain falls in drops
the streets are quiet with all the questions
some people still lead
efforts to complete the struggle.

The quieter it gets the closer it gets to night
a naughty boy who was playing riddles
asking: what time?
he wanted to find his mother's whereabouts
in the pages of the morning newspaper.

A traffic sign
right in front of it stands an old building
a ruler wants to promise
the answer to the boy's riddle
who is humming the song of homecoming; ...(mum) .

The rain is falling
Your house is peaceful
on the window pane are cries of happiness
the boy bathed in rain, comes again
through some streets
on the stoic map.

'God, God, oh my God
has my mother sent her longing message to me
in your house? '

Atambua - NTT - Indonesia,11 March 2023