Rini Febriani Hauri's poem which was translated by Andre Anugerah
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I was walking through the market at the morning
Accompanied by the dark sky and the quite streets
The air was misty as well as the drizzle
That secretly got into me
I have turned up in between the sea of vehicles and the sea of traders
Peddling their wares at the roodside and narrow alleys
The smoke of kitchen dwelling in the market were flocking thicker
That vyied and fought for their bliss
The market has never been forsaken by their owners nor devotees
Though heavy rain poured its body with anxiety
But i’m not the market
I’m just the silence that has been left by the slight pieces
Of the past
I have been left by the crowds
And stunted in the attacking sea of smoke
The market provides what you are in need of
I’m not full of the box
I could be what it is
Becoming the transaction that you want
Between the mess and the bitterness of life
Jerambah Bolong, 2015