21. Teguh Prayitno Incense

21.

Teguh Prayitno

Incense

Keep on going.
heading in the direction I've been waiting for,
in the horizon miss the violet blue,
I will capture your face color,
like dim twilight,
set with orange lanterns ...
Bring your mystical smile,
light incense from the scent of your skin,
I want a magic spell to enter,
so that my soul is no longer awake,
get lost as far as possible,
in the shade of your shady soul ...
Kep. Riau, 07/26/2019











Teguh Prayitno, is an Indonesian poet writing in several national anthologies such as in the Indonesian Literary Poetry Granary.

22. Wardjito Soeharso Freedom

22.

Wardjito Soeharso

Freedom

The wind blows over the land
Bringing news of raining soon coming
Trees dance with their twigs
Making leaves enjoy shaking
Birds sing a morning greeting
In a concerto of green whistle
While the sun smiles welcoming the day
Sharing warmth to the earth
Reflecting light from the ocean

Freedom of nature is a freedom for all
Nature of freedom must be a freedom from man
That's the basic principle of knowledge
Which defines true or false
Builds the value of good or bad
Freedom of the mind
Freedom of the mankind



Wardjito Soeharso, Male with multiple statuses: husband, father, writer, businessman, fancier, dreamer, and many more. Writing as a result of reading fondness. Writing poetry, drama scripts, popular scientific essays, and now is diligently writing novels. Behind the Shadows of Love, his newly published novel, received good reception from his readers. Now writing his second novel series.

23. Aloeth Pathi Unite ex

23.

Aloeth Pathi

Unite ex

(This isn't a spell about me, you and him)

Bong
               bong
                            bong
                                                                Pret
                                                pret
                            pret
                                                               bong pret
                                       bongpret
                                 bongpret
                      bongpret
bong breathe air
                        pret to drink water
bong bong bong bong
                              pret pret pret pret
bong swim
                           pret flying
bong pret
                   the tadpole flap
          shit tadpole
                                                  bong
                                               pret
                                         pret
                                bong
in the car yesterday
the story of lizards, crocodiles, rats, cats, cockroaches, fleas
and the dogs passed
bong pret
after this toilet story
tomorrow change Panda, Rabbit, Squirrel
Cute dinosaurs or guinea pigs
bong pret
                 bong pret
                                   bong pret
                                              Tobong rolled
                                              The operet is closed
                                    (Gandrung Literature House 270619)


Aloeth Pathi, born in Pati, Central Java. His work was published by Mata Media with a shared anthology, Poetry Against Corruption 2 (Surakarta Literary Forum 2013), From Sengon Dam to Panengel Bridge (Kudus Arts Council and Surakarta Literary Forum 2013), Harmonica Community of Life; Harmonika December (Nine Pearls 2014), Mom: The First God that I Knew (Garage 10 Bandung 2014). To Mr. President, (Family Gull 2014), Epiphany of the Great Sorrow of the Nation (Nine Pearls 2014), Memory Rumbling Poetry (LAPINDO Victims Suing (KLM) and Urban Poor Consortium (UPC), 2014), Solo in Poetry (Pawon Literature, 2014) , Literary Poetry Literary, (Indramayu, 2014), Rubber Bands (Gandrung Sastra Media, 2014), The Painting of Memories, LSWK, Pati 2014), Gaza Grief Our Grief (Nittramaya, Magelang, 2014), 13 a Peace of Me (13) Surya University, 2014), Sebumi Poem # 2 "Iron Chimney" (LESTRA Kendal, 2014), Sang Pemoka (Gambang, Yogyakarta, 2014), Memo for the President (Surakarta Literary Forum, 2014), Arranging Peace (Nittramaya, Magelang 2015) manage the Gandrung Media Literature & Literature Boat Bulletin.

24. Suyitno Ethex The price of independence

24.

Suyitno Ethex


The price of independence

Nearing independence in early August
on every road offer independence
banner penor flag is sold

The price of pennant sprouts
That is the price of the flag
so does the flag pole

Seller buyers interact
bargaining happens
seemed to forget how
the fighters took independence

Bidding for independence occurs
warning is just a symphony
too much

Mojokerto, 1.8.2019












Suyitno Ethex, born and raised in Mojopahit (Mojokerto), his work in the form of poetry, short stories and essays has been published in several mass media, including in Suara Karya, Republika, West Sumatra Literature, Media Indonesia and others. His poems were collected in several poetry anthologies, including at the Literature Meeting in Medan, and the Literature Meeting in Kediri. Literature Gathering in Malaysia, From Sragen Memnadang Indonesia (2012), Malsasa (2013), Poetry2 Flows Into The Sink Into The Getter (2013), Poetry Against Corruption (Volume, I, II, IV, V), Presidential Memo (2015) , Temanten Langgit (2015), Tifa Nusantara (2014 and 2015), Solo in Poetry (2014), Lumbung Poetry (2015), Cimanuk (2016), Country of Clouds (2017), Bangkalan Festival (2017), Spaces No Longer Space (2017) 2017), Testimony of the Electric Pole (2018), State of the Sea (Negeri Poci 2018), Tracks of Sharp Stone Poems (2018), Natural Word (2019), Emeralds of the Equator (2019), Reading Hijans in the Full Moon (Tembi, 2019) and others -other. Also in the Anthology of "Intercourse with Time" (2014), "From Love to Country" (2015), "Taste of Taste" (2016) and Short Stories of "Pancal Bicycles" (2016), "Archway of Mojopahit Trail" (2018) , "Dictional Scavengers" (2019)
Worked at UPT Kec. Mojosari Kab. Mojokerto, and Lecturer at the Uluwiyah Islamic Institute. Active on the District Arts Council. Mojokerto, as Deputy Chairperson, and Activist of the Poetry Movement Against Corruption (PMK).

25. Sumrahadi Merdeka Although in Fantasy

25.

Sumrahadi

Merdeka Although in Fantasy

I am free,
In the circle of the tongue imprisonment law
Be inspired behind bars
Poetry with faint ink colors

I am free,
Although I have to schedule illness
Because health is so expensive
In a long queue

I am free,
Although in imagination
Because that's independence
He said ...

Jakarta, 01082019




Sumrahadi, another name for Munadi Okay, is a poet living in Jakarta. Born in Jakarta May 17, 1975.

26. Dwi Wahyu Candra Dewi Price of a struggle

26.

Dwi Wahyu Candra Dewi

Price of a struggle

No more complaints about sweat
No more gripping night
When it was blazing, there was no determination,
even darkness as if to reach victory.
At the point of a sharp bamboo spear, a spirit of self-defense is engraved
Gaping wound was not felt
Blood flowing is normal
As appropriate, the struggle for independence.
Countless lives
Immeasurable sorrow
They can be independent.
Merdeka is not a gift
Nor is mercy.
If you still cry for independence, you are nothing more than a beggar!
If you are proud of independence, you are nothing more than a pirate!
Energy, mind, body and soul are mobilized to achieve independence.
Good intentions for happiness of grandchildren, manifested.
This is the price of a struggle
Free ... free ... free







Dwi Wahyu Candra Dewi, a writer from Blora born on May 8, 1983. Her works are mostly in the form of poems published with the work of other poet friends. The penchant for pouring a taste in poetry made him want to always write. One of them is the poem "The Price of a Struggle", the writer has great hopes that there will be no more questions "Are we free?" Questions that doubt the heroes' struggles are very ignorant of gratitude. Even so it should be a lesson to keep the independence that has been achieved.

27. Lianna Putri Sri Musniawati, Only Greatness can defeat

27.

Lianna Putri Sri Musniawati,

Only Greatness can defeat

I am a child of destiny who was given the power to create
myself with the most beautiful lilies in bloom
in the corners of the earth
I was a decree capable of leading myself
from the lust of sheep lost along the field
I am the inevitability that governs everything I am
with childhood dreams that light up big
like hellfire
I am the eternal greatness of that paradise
I am the greatest greatness
will not be defeated by the dwarf dogma of the world's demons
I am God incarnate soul
Semarang, June 9, 2019















Lianna Putri Sri Musniawati, born in Semarang, November 12, 1998. The writer is a former student of SMK Negeri 2 Semarang who majored in Office Administration. Besides writing, he also likes to paint. His work was published in the mass media such as Satellite Post, Portrait of Aceh, Nusantara News, Kompasiana, News Read, etc. His short stories are contained in a variety of shared anthologies, including: The Irreplaceable Soul (2016), the Conditioning of the Heart (2016), the Quiet Clink of the Wanderer (Sabana Pustaka, 2017), and the Flying Flying Bear of Kindness (Indonesian Bookbars, 2018). Then some of his poems are included in the anthology of poetry, namely Derap-Derap Death (Poetry Parade, 2017), My Place of Anchors (Lasaripi Publisher, 2017). This girl, who loved rice fields and dense forest, was active in the Indonesian Kampoeng Writing School (SKM). Three times he was asked to be a judge in local and national short story writing competitions, namely for the Indonesian Hunter Event (January 2019 period), PT Kreasindo Digital Content (May 2019 period), and Indonesian Content Creativity (July 2019 period).

28 Sami'an Adib Garden Tomb of Heroes

28

Sami'an Adib

Garden Tomb of Heroes

Before the colonists came looting
the earth is lively ripah tablets jinawih
fruit, abundant spices

but the invaders have carved a dark note
on this chest wall with deep wounds
the soul is trapped in some cruel behavior

after the foreign looters were expelled
this country is not deterrent from raising prestige
scattered mines, the land is increasingly fertile

but the rumbling sadness that filled the chest never stopped
because the sacrifice of the fighters was not yet equal to an independent land
when people are still trapped in the pit of a snare of misery:

we often hear screams of farmers in the pile of their crops
buried by the remnants of imported commodities that come suddenly
on the pretext of material needs of the people began to scarce

while in the parliament building they did not find anyone
maybe still busy safari preparing a commercial booth
to display office chairs with all the secrets

I tried to collect the fighting flakes in frangipani petals
the memorial tomb of a forgotten hero
to spread again in the nursery persada soul

instant peace of mind created
vengeful fire goes out without coals
ruined prayerfully

: "Lord, they have arrived at the independent village
allow me tomorrow to find the true meaning
life free from the chains of prejudice and suspicion ”
Jember, 2019


Sami'an Adib, born in Bangkalan on August 15, 1971. Graduated Strata I in the Indonesian Language and Literature department of the Faculty of Literature at the State University of Jember (Unej). Writing achievements include: won 3rd place in the short story writing competition held by Unpad Faculty of Literature BEM, Gus Dur Poetry Writing Competition held by Kaliwungu Literature Course, Poetry Choices II Poetry Prairie Literature Journal # 5, Poetry Choice III Poetry Prairie Literature Journal # 6 Since high school he actively wrote in school bulletins. His poems are published in several print and on-line media. The poetry anthology is inter alia: Kalimantan Rinduku Abadi (Disbudparpora Kota Banjarbaru-Banjarbaru City Arts Council, 2015), Endless Requiem (Dema IAIN Purwokerto, 2017), Negeri Awan (DNP 7 , 2017), Menderas to Siak (2017), East Java: Land Takat Ballad (2017), Hikayat A cup of Robusta (Krakatau Awards 2017), To Toean Dekker (Lebak Dikbud, 2018), Gus Punk (Kaliwungu Literature Course, 2019) and etc. Current activity as teaching staff at a Madrasah in Jember.

29 Sujudi Akbar Pamungkas I read

29

Sujudi Akbar Pamungkas

I read

I read a lot of Indonesia
is a rich country of riches
but many times I think Indonesia
there is no mercy on this poverty
increasingly acute in people's villages
I read a lot of Indonesia
is a large independent country
but many times I think Indonesia
also not freeing this fate
from the shackles of fellow oppression
many times I read Indonesia
is a fair and prosperous country
but I guess many times Indonesia
never wise
when power robs us of our rights
many times I read Indonesia
is an anti-rasuah country
but I guess many times Indonesia
not wholeheartedly eradicate
looting and extortion of life
Indonesia, many times I read
turns out to be just a simple elegy series
the eternal fairy land of the dreamers
here only the ruling power
what would my life say to you
(part, 010819)



Sujudi Akbar Pamungkas, born in Tuban 1971. Writing poetry, short stories and reportage since high school. Several times have been nominated for LCP throughout Indonesia. Poetry works are partly summarized in dozens of anthology books such as the 1997 Indonesian Poetry Anthology with Sutardji Calzoum Bachri and Slamet Sukirnanto. Resurrection 1995, Vibrate 1996, Negeri Bekantan 2003, Memo for President 2014, Arranging Peace in 2014, Sangoka 2014, Yellow Jacket Sukirnanto 2014, Century Crow Crow in Palestinian Land 2015, Kalimantan Eternal Heart of 3015, Poetry Against Corruption-6 2017, I wrote 2017 Your name is Batu 2018, A Skyful of Rain 2018, Emerald Equator 2019, Mblekethek 2019 etc. He has been active as a lecturer, broadcaster, journalist and editor of print and radio media. He once published a news tabloid that was toppled by the 2001 Sampit Tragedy. His biography was included in the 2000 Susastra Indonesia Lexicon by Korrie Layun Rampan.

30. Anisah Independence

30.

Anisah

Independence

The poet tread heavily
Stumbling, hobbling
Tireless
Not failing
Not reaping a commotion

Ready to pitch
Dance in a palace of peace
Sway on martial arts

Flocking they strafe
Barking with a million notes
Hang on the catwalk
Stuck in the mud of dreams

No one cares
Even though you are hungry
Nobody gave you
Even if it's just a mud cake

Keep wailing
In the arms slashed
Unconsciously then vibrate
Whole body sweat

Reach the reeds
Weapons surging in their chests
Magelang, August 2019


Anisah, a teacher at a tsanawiyah madrasa, writes reports and news in Rindang magazine
from 2010 to 201, the editor of anthology poetry students from 2010 to 2014. Writing in poetry anthology books in 2017, 2018 and 2019.

31. Carmad Homeland in the Frame of Longing

31.

Carmad

Homeland in the Frame of Longing

I never hung a dream on the clouds
But fate stranded me in a foreign land
Gathering diamond sweat
For the sake of being trapped in a rickety hut

There is a longing that broke
At the loud sound of the beetle's wind
From each inch of soil and straw
Also the sound of water whispering

Freedom from a sense of independence
My longing for the homeland
Cooped up in a time room
Buried behind tall buildings, in a quiet country

A glance of shadow flashed
The faces that I live at home
Incandescent spirits on each roll of time
Waiting for hope hanging on my neck

Here in the solemn country
Behind the wall of time, in a tall building
All miss wrapped up in despair
All freedoms flow under the eyes

(dedicated to foreign exchange heroes, who still hang their hopes in foreign lands)



Carmad, born in Indramayu, 21-08-1986. Now has 2 children, lives in the district treisi district. indramayu. works as a traveling trader in elementary school and surrounding communities, nyambi as a cadre of JKN-KIS BPJS Health kc. Cirebon

32. Buana KS Independent

32.

Buana KS

Independent

There was still the smell of battle blood
in the tops of grass below the dim pale moonlight

the earth is reluctant to forget the stumbling steps shouldered
unnamed warrior death

how far independence is in the pursuit of this struggle
Concrete cities are busy preying on capitalism
farmers lose tools, the soil is no longer fragrant

in a corner of a stiff building, an arid field
innocent boy dancing singing, playing happily
without the burden hanging on the head
this is actual independence I suppose
Muara Bungo, August 1, 2019

33. Muhammad Levand East Jember people

33.

Muhammad Levand

East Jember people

morning:
All wake up after the rooster crows
Wash your face with water
Facing God and thinking
The one who has rice fields takes his hoe
The owner of the garden takes the sickle
Who doesn't have to get ready to work
Some look for wood to the forest
Some are looking for grass to the garden
Cold does not block people's passion
The eastern land of Jember is so fertile
Extensive rice fields stretching from north to south
The gardens beneath the foothills of the mountain are so lush

afternoon:
After the call to prayer the dhuhur reverberated from the nearest mosque
All prepare to return to their homes
Washing the body and sweat
Do not forget to pray
Some returned to their fields and gardens
There is a break in his room
Children coming home from school say hello

afternoon:
Mothers gather
The fathers return to their respective activities
Children playing kites


night:
People are praying
every day:
The people of eastern Jember are very independent
Jember, 2019


   Muhammad Lefand, a writer born in Sumenep Madura under the name Muhammad,  now lives in Ledokombo Jember. Is a migrant who likes writing poetry and beautiful words. Graduates of MA An-Nawari Seratengah Bluto Sumenep and Islamic University Jember Active in several literary communities, among others: as one of the founders and activists of the Jember Foundation Literary Forum, founder and activist of the Jember Literature Forum, activists of the East Java Literary Forum and Jember Poetry Night. His poetry collection entitled "Aku Anak Indonesia" (2013) won 3rd place in the 2013 "Curriculum and Book Center Enrichment Contest Book Competition" in the category of children's poetry, Received an award as the best poetist version of the Warung Anthologi Award in 2013, Best Poetry Writer Verse miss year 2013, and other awards In addition to writing poetry, also writing articles, essays and rhymes. Anthology of the poem book namely: Mutiara Pantun (2014) and Senandung Tanah Merah "(KKK, 2016) .. Anthology of poetry single "One Glass Two Season" (Pena House: 2014). "Don't Call Me Poet (Literature Ganding: 2015) Mental Revolution and Aesthetics (CV Erzatama: 2015). "Sermon The Distance Is Not Intact Distance And Corn ”(Pena House: 2016). And the Image Chronology (FAM Publishing: 2017).

34. Hazani Hamzah A pair of colors

34.

Hazani Hamzah

A pair of colors

A pair of colors is a flag
Is also age
Fluttering and waving
In the lonely I missed my hometown
Where I was born
And suck your love
Mother, your song is still sweet
In a cracked season

Not the stars or the Ferris wheel
What you ask for
Only a pair of colors as a flag
The one you want to keep plugging in
In the morning
For your children history
Sapeken - Sumenep, 25 July 2019

Hazani Hamzah, was born August 16, 1974 in Sumenep to be exact in Sapeken; a small island in the Kangean - Sapeken archipelago located at the eastern end of the island of Madura or north of Bali. The father of 1 (one) child who was named Ega Novela Indah Nian, in addition to cultivating the world of writing (literature), cultural arts activists in his hometown also taught, and became observers of local wisdom. Especially the wisdom of the Bajau which is the majority tribe in the Sapeken Islands which is one of the other tribes in the Sumenep Regency. Like the Madurese, Bajau, Bugis and Mandar.

35. Kajoe's Pencil Song in the land of Merdeka

35.

Kajoe's Pencil

Song in the land of Merdeka

Gas out
Cooking oil runs out
Pam's water is dead
Electric account swells
AC is broken
Wet laundry
Old pregnant wife
The cellphone needs credit
The lottery number isn't transparent
Debt collector is raging
Job application was rejected
Flag ceremony
Carnival
Climbing slippery pole
Eat crackers
Sack race
Independent
Independent
Country Song
Independent


Independent
E-KTP hasn't finished yet
Independent
Independent
STNk SIM off
Independent
Independent
rented arrears
Independent
Independent

Independent country
New bride
Honeymoon
Erectile failure
Independent
Independent

a bloody fever mosquito
Bite
Fever
Independent
Independent

Equatorial land
Independent
Independent

The singing of the boys
Independent
Independent

Indonesia
Independent
Independent
Independent
?
12082017






Pencil Kajoe, born in Banyumas, 27 January. It has given birth to 14 single anthologies and approximately 18 shared anthologies. His writings are also spread in newspapers, magazines in Indonesia. He is currently the author of the Banyumasan rubric in one of the Javanese-language magazines in Yogyakarta.

36. Eno El Fadjeri The Pancasila Wound Paragraph

36.

Eno El Fadjeri

The Pancasila Wound Paragraph

Proclamation has gone away from dreams
Independence is only recorded on a dark screen
Heirloom flags are worn out by age
Garuda looked down listlessly at its broken wings

Crying baby looking for milk under the city lights
Wrapped by his mother's screaming begging
A blind beggar walks around the country palace
Perverted officials laugh under the aisle of prison bars

Independence is the right of all nations
But independence is only felt by those who are enthroned
Delivering to the front gate of independence
But until now the door has remained locked for the destitute

Enrich the life of a nation
But stupidity still hangs in the heads of the country's children
Participate in carrying out world order
But disability and violence blanket their own country

We are under the sky called Indonesia
We stand on a land called Nusantara
But we were colonized by the country's rulers
We are trapped in a maze of real lies

There are imperfect paragraphs from the bottom of the country
There was tears pouring out from the bodies of the nation's heroes
There is an encouraging hope from commoners

If misery is the main part of independence
So until this nation closes the age of Pancasila is only a gaping wound.
West Jakarta, 010819











Eno El Fadjeri, born in West Jakarta 29-April-1982. An Advocate profession. His first poetry book is "My Wish is My Fear" 2014. His poetry is also found in several Poetry Anthology books with other poets, including; Remembering Home, Aquarium & Delusions, Stories in Literacy, Our Love for Indonesia, Bait Nusantara, and Lumbung Poetry Volume IV. Active Writer in several Literary and Poet groups. Several times won in poetry writing competitions, among others: Champion I poetry event I Love Indonesia, Champion I poetry competition held by the Poet's Footprint Group, Champion II poetry event organized Literary Literature Digdaya, Champion Best Poetry I in the Poetry Archives Competition organized by Bait Nusantara and the Active Writing Forum (FAM), and Award as the Two Best Poems in a mini poetry competition organized by Tebar Poetry.

37. Barokah Nawawi Excessive independence

37.

Barokah Nawawi

Excessive independence

Grandma said I was really happy
Born in an independent era
An age where there are no obstacles for anyone
To reach what is his goal.

Grandma said that this era was really fun
Technological advances make it no longer tired
So that you can leave time for recitation and worship.

Grandma said that my grandfather's fate was unlucky
Although smart can only graduate from Low School
Because my great-grandfather was just an ordinary farmer
Not officials or civil servants who supposedly said to have blue blood.

But I am proud of them
A hard worker who is persistent, honest and religious
Who was able to educate my father to become a bachelor
And the model teacher who was a role model for his students.

Dad is everything to me
I admire his proud figure but his heart is very soft and full of love
Caring about the family, community and environment
Without distinguishing status and wealth.

Which makes me ashamed even my own best friend
The current generation is the foundation of the nation
I thought clean officials were a lot of corrupt
But his wife instead clapped her chest and shouted out loud:
"That's just slander! "

These days it's hard to understand
Like my best friend who is now strange
After being released from prison, he became a legislative candidate
And now managed to sit in a soft seat as a respected member of the Board.

Merdeka is now a free freedom
Many representatives of the people who actually betrayed the people
Many justice enforcers are not upright or oblique
Many judges actually flirt with thieves
And many others that make the head dizzy seven around
And Mother Earth cries sadly without stopping.
Semarang, August 2019



Barokah,  was born, in Tremas Pacitan, 18 August 1954. Worked at PT Telkom since 1974 and retired early in 2002. Anthology of a single poem Bunga Bunga Semak, published by Haikuku Library in 2017.
Anthology of haiku together: Heart of the Moon - Haikuku Library 2018. Anthology of poetry with a.l: Mblekethek, Children of Grandchildren of Poets - Lumbung Poetry 2019. Country of Peace Longing, A world without coma - Literature of breezy 2019, Land on clouds - Rosebook 2018.

38. Agus Mursalin Shouted freedom in the Dictionary

38.

Agus Mursalin

Shouted freedom in the Dictionary

My initial steps were well intentioned
Morning in the east, evening in the west
Witnessing various faces
Gives a distinguishing meaning
The face of different tribes different nationalities different countries
One word that can be agreed upon in tears of sorrow
Laughter is a happy sign
Shaking his head not nodding in agreement
Without a dictionary all humans understand
Then what for
Learn other languages
If it results in differences in understanding
Result in a class debate on manners in the name of the word?
The meaning of words from perception
When can independence?
Kebumen August 1, 2019

39. Indri Yuswandari Where is the direction of the wind

39.

Indri Yuswandari

Where is the direction of the wind

On red soil and spilled tears
we look face to face
like stars and merjan scattered
like a pendulum swinging past time frame

I don't know where upstream we are
the aroma of sea water is very thick anesthetize thousands of fireflies lost light
the wind sniffs the strands of children sparkling hair

I don't know where the wind finds your shadow
dry afternoon that took me to your beach
sometimes naughty playing the tip of the dress reveals the dots of the journey between islands

Your greatness escapes the name of the road
Your glory is not recorded in palm leaves
The sky is watching the flame of incense at prayer
Earth saves love offerings to Mega
Kendal, 01.08.2019

40. Seruni Unie, My name is Pitaloka to: Commander Gajah Mada

40.

Seruni Unie,

My name is Pitaloka
to: Commander Gajah Mada

I am conquering you too, sir
For the history you write on this body
So great
To the whole country
Never flattering

But quite a moment
The rest I want to curse
The scheming of the past, where you lowered the price of women
Only ambition
                                      Listen, sir. I'm Pitaloka of this century
Until whenever, women will choose Belapati, for the sake of maintaining self-respect
Then no need to adigang adigung
On earth Pasundan, your name never floats
         Solo, 2018/2019
       




Seruni Unie, a connoisseur of poetry from Solo. A number of his writings had appeared in the media and a number of shared anthologies. Engaged in wasp literature. And selected 15 emerging UWRF 2017 authors.