On the corner of your eyes,
stuck the sorrow
to understand bias
with my fingers.
Bellow the screams
silent. I stared.
But I got barley,
what if you
incubate pain
the stacked
of fragments of the past.
You think I am not believe
or maybe too much
delete understand
weeping wound
another me.
(Pondok Bambu,2016)
Translated By Setyowati Wulandari
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