Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo

(1 July 1960 / Cilacap (Indonesia))

After ceremonial with Tugur


Gur, you should be proud with this
falling on the top of the table
and you buy the Sufi's book
often
We teased by gymnastics pamphlet ~
......HEALTHY ALA.....
or stop smoking
but we don't know
who is the king of our hearts
This hand may also have
could no longer hold
our children
because
as leaf
we have
yellow
will soon fall
by the wind
and the rain hit
our heads with his love
and we can not avoid it
Gur, I should proud to have
a friend in the old days

(9/5/2001)

Submitted: Wednesday, May 09, 2012

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I wrote this poem in Indonesian under the tittle ‘Setelah perhelatan bersama Tugur'. Tugur is my friend.

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