a Happy Man (a poem by Oktarian. F. Verry)

I see him smiling
Like a man who never feels so empty
Then he starts laughing
What in his mind is always a beauty

I hear him singing
Oh, his melody is so lovely
It makes the celestial bodies in this dark place dance joyfully
Without a doubt, he’s shining

You might have a question
“Why is he so happy?”

It’s because his green heart is not as green as it was
The green in his heart slowly disappears, like black clouds turn into rain
he’s breathing heavily, like an ancient farmer burning in the sun
His blue eyes are telling them a lie

That man is a good old man
He is the wealthiest between the eight siblings
God bless him with gifts and miracles
But now, he’s like a prisoner, trapped in a cage of an end
Poisoned by the devils of the greedy living souls
He is waiting for the black sparrow elegantly

I feel so sorry for that old man
I…, no…., all of us…..
We have to make him cry
Cry like he never did before
Cry like how we do when we are in the cave of no hope, then our beloved one comes to us, gives us a dancing light, and whispers in our ear
“I care”