Bound Born In The Mazy Poem by Ayatullah Nurjati

My surroundings are flanked by tiered iron mountains
The clouds are dark as if flanking him
The river water is cloudy and black
It said that it was a victim of urbanization

The city that is always throbbing for 24 hours
But something was missing when the second tsunami hit the covid 19 pandemic
Many have died and seem a bit lonely with interactions
The activity has been tied up in the labyrinth

Modernity shows the face of emptiness
I who live there is very difficult to meet, interact and chat with honesty
It's only natural that I look for a community that uses such idealism
It's just a matter of how actions wrapped in norms and religion create synergy in the joints of life. My life is simple

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Jakarta. February 17th,2022.4: 55 PM (GMT +7)