Being Manggaraian

Manggarai,

Where, I can stare at the sky to see the sun bright

Where ,I can feel the coldest morning dew

Where, I breath the cleanest air.

Manggarai,

Where, I can find stranger smiles with stranger

Where, I can see a fight become a dance

Manggarai,

The secret treasure in the world

Maybe I can’t give anything for this place

But, I’ll keep value and norm,

by keeping my own honor as a woman in culture

by: Mariana Olinda Nagol