The Goddess of Rice

In countless of time
Here, in the central of the earth
She stands firmly
So astonishing
So beautiful
So powerful
And magnificent indeed.

Her open hands
Are always ready to cuddle.
Her secure womb is ready to give birth.
Her offspring feel secure when sit on her lap.
Yes...Yes...Yes
They are absolutely proud of her.

Previously, from time to time
Songs of praise were sung before her dignity,
Stories of her motherly love
Were broadcasted throughout entire land,
For she was the most highly adored Queen.

Currently,
The Queen is still presence before her throne,
Yet, she seems to be ignored
Her genuine love is exploited
Her splendors are annihilated
Her beloveds disregarded her.

The tears of sorrow droop
From the discarded souls
Wanting for her warm hug,
Longing for her secure womb to conceive new life,
But will it be possible?
For the womb is fully occupied by the prodigal sons

Even if life keeps on changing,
Her name will be forever exalted
Her presence will be continuously honored
For she was, she is and she will be always
The most adorable
Goddess of Rice

Jogyakarta, February 21, 2007.