A reflection of May 1998

A reflection of May 1998

Ghosts of the past wander restlessly in a land that is still wet
with tears and blood
Searching for dark souls who are responsible for their anguish
They watch monsters hiding behind angelic faces with their
cunning smiles
They sigh with desperation and hopelessness

They try to make peace with their hearts
But their hearts scream with agony, haunted by memories of the
past

Time seems to walk slowly
It does not heal the scars that are left behind

They wander in a land that is still wet with tears and blood
Waiting for someone who will save them from cruel memories of the
past

-- By Permata Hamid

Borobudur

Looking at the stupa
I see the images of love and affection
how much sweat soaked
the bodies of the sculptors?

Here I also get lessons
about life and eternity
about longing and its beauty
about stone and its usefulness

-- By Ngatini Rasdi

-- Translated by TIS