World's Wine Drinks Dry Desire Poem by Ayatullah Nurjati

The tree dangles in all directions
Lush and green leaves seem to be in sync with the landscape amidst the bustle of the city noise flanked by high-rise buildings
The ripe fruit seems appetizing to be enjoyed instantly
The air was now already felt stifling chest

Indeed, this city glistens with splendor similar to the composition of wine which is the prima donna for its enthusiasts
The colors green, red, purple are good when the raw materials turn into wine, they are only social starification and markers for the producing trees, similar to their idols.
Many other trees are jealous of him, including coconut or palm trees, which produce very little sweat, because from the start both of them knew what the drops of sweat would produce wine.
But not the Vine which is always lied to in the name of health, even though on the contrary, it is misused as a poison for homesick people who are lonely and beset by problems