Past
under the overwhelming sifting of history
father survived. Continue reading →

Wish you would be silent
so that I can bathe in your
fragile sunlight Continue reading →

GLANG ANAK

Glang Anak I learned by heart in childhood
Through empty seasons I read again a hundred times Continue reading →

No one can sing in our place
here and now
even in days to come, perhaps Continue reading →

In respectful memory of my father’s venerated soul.

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Extinguished the last flame
the end of eighty years of land life Continue reading →

Those who exhausted themselves for the resounding of the towers Continue reading →

There still is the fire in the funeral pyre of father in a dark corner of the jungle Continue reading →

Starting from the sadness of clouds
from the loss of heart
from the perfidy of words Continue reading →