At The Mosque Poem by Chairil Anwar

At The Mosque



I shouted at Him
Until He came
We met face to face.

Afterwards He burned in my breast.
All my strength struggles to extinguish Him

My body, which won't be driven, is naked with sweat

This room
Is the arena where we fight

Destroying each other
One hurling insults, the other gone mad.

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