The Angel-Winged Poem

yusuf achmad

It led me to my dear companion—
a sage at heart, chanting knowledge in sacred verse.
Golden heritage sings through his soul,
and my poem vows to never cease—
its blood flows with entrusted whispers.
Lineage unveiled, awakened history,
shaping the spirit, opening the veil
at the elders’ ancient graves.
Horizons will break wide open—
Nyamplungan shall rise in sacred time.
I engrave the dusk of my soul
in the craft of longing, in the shape of will.
Nyamplungan clings to Ampel’s root.
My poem’s companion fires a slingshot—
pulled back in pure sincerity,
diving deep to trace the source—our ancestral seed.
Founder of the Nyamplungan grove
lies there, waiting,
asking when I will finally arrive.

Yet my heart is torn in two—
between calling and love.
Love blooming in her heart.
She is the one who walks beside me.
She supports my dreams,
she fuels my spirit,
she fills my life,
she is ever my angel.

Believe—this poem breathes truth,
because loyal teachers have sealed its vow in unity.

Surabaya, 22 June 2025