Khayali's Rite Poem by Astrajingga Asmasubrata

Spite of simple, maybe
Of all this lies
The definition of today is you are
With I am for gratitude
It's just a fantasies, except ing
When you hurting believe in seeing
Thousand dreaming temple here:
Random historical of all continence

But for sake of revenge, malice also hatred
Package I am of suspicious in the mind ed
To hold hope for naïve d
Im not think it's a flaw ed
Still always await, perfumed
Quiet little body out sticked yours
A fictionalritualistic pilgrimage as
Rhymesman increasingly loved by

Beyond this sentimentalia, many times
Just we statues here

(Maja, 2015)

Translated By Setyowati Wulandari