Kampung Bongkud

Look at the spring

In their steps

Look at the light

In their faces

And look at mama

Boiling water

In that black kettle

On amber

Red and fierce

Spirits of the pioneers

Tiny feet of explorers

Adventurers

Do you see pain?

Only in the flesh

And souls

Of the urban visitors

May you remain fresh

Along with water

Flowing free

O children and mothers

Of  Kampung Bongkud