Someone Who Turn On Lantern

Fitri Yani’s Poetry

Sorry, in each time my heart beats 

I always fail to remember you, dear

Cause my rememberance not only

Name, sign, and your aromatic perfum

But also Mahabaratha story with incense fumes dance

that you can’t show with simple performance

And in each my eyes wink, dear

There is a lamp which glow in the dark

after oftentimes I fail embrace by you

But why now you belief to moon shines

when my eyes lamp was glowing?

Here, dear, I’ll make a cup of coffee

herewith you poaching poetry

“ah, mahabaratha story imposible to showing

I am not sure at the moon, Rahwana and Sinta fail to smooch”

You said while chew poetry stew by greedy

Ah, perhaps you forger, when the coming of eclipse

My eyes lamp will be running out of wick

(2008)