At night there is no moon
In which you adore her forever
As Tarub for Nawangwulan
At night there is no wind
In which you send message forever
As the fragrant incense for your deceased lover
At night there is no owl sound
In which you crave her forever
As the clue your heart will be stolen again
At night there is no love poem
After the words are just empty talk
From drunkard having at the edge of street
-Sri Wintala Achmad-
Indonesian Romantic Poetry
* Poem * Poetry * Love Poem * Indonesian Poem * World Poetry *
Tuesday, July 31, 2018
Friday, July 20, 2018
IN FRONT OF THE GRAVEYARD
When
awakened
We've
a nice dream
When
fallen asleep
We
think that it's real
We're
those people
Liking
to fly the kite of dream away
Tending
to worship more for the full moon
Than
for the sun teaching reality
Behind
its extreme hot
When
became away, we feel
Having
stayed in the building of reversed life
Having
no doors, in which we look at the sun
:
The guest that will tell
"The
fight's happened in battlefield!"
When
awakened
We're
everlasting dreamers
-Sri Wintala Achmad-
THE POEM
The
poem is as pretty mummy
-Sri Wintala Achmad-
Resting
gracefully in the crystal coffin, when
People
prefer to worship for darkness sculpture
Sparkling
in their temple of heart
As
lonely preacher staying in the noisy city
The
poem is just drunkard's boast
Worshiping
for itself in the night cafe
Of
the alienated island
-Sri Wintala Achmad-
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