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LOOKING AT SENGGIGI - Work of Doddi Ahmad Fauji

Towards dusk, my steps arrived at Senggigi Beach
the sun is only seven inches from the horizon
As I thought, the sun will look as red as anger
that I always keep deep, even though it's hard


Anger, my father said, is not good to spill


On Senggigi beach, in beautiful Lombok
men and women, young and old
be a pilgrim and a mere prayer
all close to the sea
let the body be licked by the tongue of the waves
then stare blankly into the clouds
then ducked down and cast a spell
then raise a sliver of hope


I ducked and wanted to embrace the waves
but too soon gone, as fast as he came
I finally said something like to a friend
long time no see, let alone joking


O good waves and always stunning
it's me, Adam's great-grandson who is walking in Job's footsteps
to be stranded here, like Hidir looking for students
convey my prayers, to the throne
nun in sane sense


When I wake up, the sun is perfect
sinking at the horizon line
feels right, darkness covers my soul su
Now is the time for me to pack up
to walk again, in a more unknown direction




Lombok – Bandung, 2019

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