Four men glide as frogs
Hunting of Joker
In the space is as turbid as pool
In the space is as turbid as pool
By snarls among themselves
In their heart silently
In the space, one of them stands in confusion
In the space, one of them stands in confusion
Where is friend where is foe? While
God only smiles nicely behind the door
Does he know, do they know?
-Sri Wintala Achmad-
Does he know, do they know?
-Sri Wintala Achmad-
