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T-junction
The streets are merciless
The rider limped
My heart is broken
My blood is boiling
I’m separated
With it you can’t
I looked twice
Or maybe many times
Thanks to coincidence
I can see his smile
Saying good morning
Then he left, looking reluctant to say hello again
Also read: Poems by Raudal Tanjung Banua
Disgusting
The classroom hallway is narrow, full of euphoria
Sometimes they whisper about love
Whether it’s love because of mortal looks
Or the love of a showy wallet
Like the debris of unwanted anxiety
They roam, floating unencumbered
It’s not happiness, it’s actually disgust that I feel
“Love is disgusting”
Ah but I’m trapped in his shadow
I thought about it, and it didn’t, cheating!
I was annoyed, I scolded the beetle
I’m upset, I’m bothering the leech
Also read: Joko Rabsodi’s poems
Drift away
Birds chirping conveys messages
He doesn’t like his chosen major
Always drift in the flying letters
A veiled smile, insulted by the word
The leaves are falling, the wind is silent
Cloudy restrains the words in the heart
The reading room chose to ignore it
I’m tempted by time
Also read: Nuryana Asmaudi SA’s poems
Jam
The clock ticked on the silent twilight
Time is silent, reality stretches out
The sharp clock hands scratch the heart
In tears I showed everything
As funny as the king’s story
Fooled by a weaver in the middle of nowhere
It is said that only smart people can see the king’s regal clothes
In fact, it’s embarrassing to be naked
My heart remains bitter
It tastes bitter even with a veil
An endless circle of sadness
Plunging into the chest until the end
Also read: Sunardi KS’s poems
Home It
The rain passed leaving a curtain of dew
The fever didn’t allow me to pass through the campus intersection
The sun slipped through the dew
The leaves rustled softly
The sun was coming for real
The motorbike is beat up but still dignified
He stood in the doorway
While carrying notes in a book
The veranda became bright
Hope that just came
The sun after the rain, my life is long
Can I float a little?
Also read: Nafi’ah al-Ma’rab’s poems
Ceiling
In the quiet room I closed my eyes
Can’t sleep, it hurts
The ceiling opens the screen, a story without words
Arrange all love dioramas
This feeling continues to haunt me
Time reminds me of regrets several times
Self-esteem begins to weaken
My feelings started to overflow
Under the ceiling, me and the shadow
Dialogue about uncertain expectations
My hand moves to the left
Picked up the cell phone that had been waiting
The words slipped out of my head
I’ve lost my way, now I’m stuck
I said three words
May the sun open up your feelings
Day Morning
This morning the cold weather escaped
Mosquitoes are asleep
You can’t smell the fragrance of jempiring
A cat’s claw is like a blunt
Ah yes, what was yesterday’s answer?
I saw the name
One message
But it destroys the whole body
The fog of disappointment is too thick
It felt like sunlight was coming in through the partition
But my eyes didn’t escape
Let it burn later
