Call of Entropy

By: Harjay Felosopo

Tell me, not in your mournful numbers,

Deaf heavens still have their own ears,
In this world be mold by indignant heirs,
Still, sun should shine and sink and don't be fear

Blaze your heart with your precious hopes and detour ways,
For God's gift will also come along your railway.
One day, in your lifelong journey you'll meet a huge garden of
roses,
Where the stars will smile to pacify and give you rest.

Sometimes, kings honor us and scorn us,

Where our heart's actions are exactly various,
But even it's wrecked, love should be its anatomy,
For love is our energy while hatred is our entropy

Though storms impede their fiercest gusts,

And your palace seemed to be desecrated,
Still, hope will fix your broken heart,
And love will saturate its pacifism in your heart and soul apart.