Your Trace From Anyer To Ujung Kulon Poem by Ayatullah Nurjati

I traced the road where you live and I didn't find the presence of your trace there
From Anyer to Ujung kulon, there were no remain about you
It's not even 1 year since the tsunami hit the north coast of Banten on there
It's not even 6 months pandemics yet to hit this country—like gold and diamond bijou

Scratches and cracks in the ground along with the scars of nature's wrath are still clearly visible in there
2 days in October 2020 when there were insulation everywhere from Jakarta to Ujung Kulon, my old friend and I tried to find traces of nature and His majesty but Neither I find you
It's strange, is it true that your trance is stuck on a coconut tree or is it close to child of krakatoa mountain? or is there really no where
There is no shadow of you there to the point that I want to visit the Ujung Kulon, but it is not available, there are not you

You are like a genie who comes and goes as she pleases like Covid that is there but not visible, invisible but real kills directly to venipuncture
Even I feel more sadistic than Covid 19, can numb my feelings and soul anytime when I think of you
Alas, I think I'm tired just thinking about that and that, I thought you were just a miniature
instead of having to be hit by a pandemic and contracting a deadly virus because of thinking about you