THE METAPHOR OF STATUE

The old night

As old as my age

No awful poems

I'd created

The morning time

Will come soon

But MS Word's page

Still having no words

If the sun's come

Tell that I'm just a statue

Be nice if you see at a glance

in my death of life

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

CHILDREN STUDIED DRAWING IN THE CITY

All buildings the children had drawn in the city
: Their tombstone of death, after
They were killed by the teachers
In a slaughter school

-Sri Wintala Achmad-

PLAYING OF GUITAR

Being have fallen in love, the man
Plays guitar up to the highest scale
Bringing about one of its broken strings
tore to rags his heart

-Sri Wintala Achmad-