Prasetya Utama

Rookie (07-01-1949 / Kutoarjo)

Ilusion - Poem by Prasetya Utama

under mango tree
every evening
a spell of
in front of my house
father fiddle faddle until night
still converse its dreams
very rich country dream
from money which is taken care of
from nymph, genie, and other smooth creature
without job
that empty
dream always twist
and offer the sham bliss
even so
they do not bored
conversing of it until today
and just still be [of] people got taken
with illusion.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 15, 2008

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