Treatment Center Poem by Ayatullah Nurjati

Treatment Center

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Restless poetry about a broken heart

Friendly creatures who look weak

I am not a thug nor am I a kiayi

And I'm also not a spiderman let alone a priyayi

The face that is infuriated is looking up in despair
Like a shining star that looks strong
Linked with bruises, - a quiet face
He said that the doctor was the angel Gabriel, instead he was impressed as the real embodiment of God

Spreading pebbles in an abstruse realm
So the nosy tiger that gnaws at the jail fleas

Patients can only hope that they don't get injected too often
Meanwhile, the beautiful sister is crass for a face-to-face leaf

Medical buildings are like diamonds

Medicines taste like a screen of repentance

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