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

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-

SUNDAY BROAD DAYLIGHT

Through the opened window

I look at the vacant houses

People have gone since morning

Calling on the sun

Freed from the night's jail

When the evening comes

People will go back to their houses

Felt as the jail of silence

Repressing them in the nightmare

Before the clock awakes as cruel jailer

-Sri Wintala Achmad-