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KEPADA PEMILIK TINTA
Muklis Puna
Tinta mu pudar
Meluncur bagai bandang
Menerjang...!
Meluluhkan- lantakkan kota tua
Bahasa mu indah merayu lugu
Syahdu...
Membusur bagai panah diterpa angin
Tinta mu merah
Menyalak...!
Membakar tragedi semusim
Untaian bait tak bergeming mengubah negeri
Memuja syahwat dalam gambut berlumpur
Hai penyair salon...!
Di mana kau telungkupkan nyalimu
Mengapa tiarap dalam gelamour cinta sesama?
Memuja, membakar dupa keindahan birahi
Kenapa ujung pena mu mandul?
Pucat pasi dimata pemangsa harapan
Kawan....!
Beranikah kau?
Ludahkan tintamu ke muka penjarah negeri
Menebas geraham munafik menjerat mangsa
Beranikah kau ?
Penggal perompak negeri dengan kilatan mata pena
Beranikah kau ?
Tumpahkan tinta panas di langit persada negeri
Kawan...
Jutaan jelaga
Melambai pada keadilan
Jutaan ranting menanti embun menguap di ujung pena
Ribuan wajah memelas,
digusur berkasus-kasus
Ribuan pengangur antre
Mengapit map- map lusuh di gerbang negeri
Kawan...
Mereka tergerus siklus hidup di negeri subur
Bergerombolan melompat selat mencari mimpi
Dalam tintamu mereka mengeluh
Beranikah kau...
Kau goreskan nasibnya
pada matahari yang bersandar di kepalamu
Kawan...
Jika nyalimu lumpuh
Bungkamlah ujung pena
Selipkanlah pada jas sutera warna ungu
Biarkan mereka mengeja nama mu sebagai.penyair salon
Lhokseumawe, 20 Mei 2018
English
TO OWNER INK
Muklis Puna
Your ink is faded
Glide like a bandang
Crashing ...!
Destroyed the old city
Your beautiful language seduces innocently
Syahdu ...
Arrange like an arrow in the wind
Your ink is red
Yelp ...!
Burning a seasonal tragedy
The stitch of the temple did not change the country
Adore lust in a muddy peat
Hi salon poet ...!
Where are you screwed up?
Why fall in love gelamour fellow?
Revering, burning incense beauty of lust
Why is the tip of your pen sterile?
Pale in the eyes of predatory predators
Comrade ....!
Dare you?
Spit your ink to the looters of the country
Slashing the hypocritical molars traps the prey
Dare you?
Catch the pirates of the country with a glint of a pen
Dare you?
Spill hot ink in the sky in the country
Comr ...
Millions of soot
Waving on justice
Millions of branches waiting for the dew to evaporate on the tip of the pen
Thousands of pitiful faces,
evicted case-case
Thousands of people are waiting in line
Flanking the shabby folders at the country gates
Comr ...
They eroded the life cycle in a fertile country
Crowds jump in the straits for dreams
In your ink they complain
Dare you ...
You scored his fate
on the eyes of the day that rests on your head
Comr ...
If your gut is paralyzed
Mute the tip of the pen
Tuck in the purple silk suit
Let them spell your name as a salon poet
Lhokseumawe, May 20, 2018