also boring to ring old bell
who hang on sky of your eyes
i heard 'you' throw a smile
on a number of suicidal wishes
no time right for
despair for the black body
then I shook hand 's
while disarmed a hole of touché
enchained from first love
no more sorrow
no more tears
besides the wordwordword
clang without minds
in the presence of meeting and leaving
except the sky's eyes soundproof remain
howbeit the devil struggled need for the sough
when three males rise up their neck
makes the passion's home
for adventurous always heart
but when 'you're' realizes
all remorse no more than just:
one eye and one back facing
there an old bell echoing
in the sky eye's; 36 hours of devil laughing
(Maja, 2015)
Translated By Setyowati Wulandari
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Astrajingga. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks