Dew
Dewdrops, appears, its drops are myopic,
no blame angel falls,
convenience, not the hardships.
Dripping without mercy,
cracked ribs.
Move anticlockwise,
Learn to be wise,
set and rise.
Seeing them lined up,
in the courtyard of Hyperpolitan,
bear provisions for their destiny.
Saying the odd, asking blessings
The lucky one is the drum of worship.
Not Ghazal, the love poem,
wisdom of the hall, resident of embers.
For haters, winning alone is enough.
Copyright © Yudho Sasongko | Year Posted 2022
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