* This poem may be reproduced, for non commercial purposes, by mentioning M. Arief W. as its author

Thou, Nefarious

By M.Arief Wibowo

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Thou,

subtle,

graceful,

nefarious,

hast thee in thy shape disguised

Genuine demon

in fake angel

thou art

Thy cheerfulness

loveliness

unadornedness

invite

Yet thy negligence

silence

in the course of someone’s waiting

kill, viciously

The blinds,

hence me

is thy prey

What didst thou mean in sooth

with all the smiles

warmth

gifts

that thou me given hast?

Yet now in quietude

of the greatest conceit

thou remainst

Feelst thou verily nought

towards me?

When blossomed have all the flowers within me

Expectation

and thus love, as it arisen hath

Feelst thou nought towards me?

What were then

those smiles

warmth

presents

in essence?

Play?

Where thou suceeded hast

my nothingness to evince?

Then fade!

Thou,

a genuine demon

in fake angel

art

With whose false wings

all the expectings heavenwards bring

and them therefrom mercilessly release

thus their hearts fall into the sea

as mine, delam-ra zadam beh darya *)

wounded, breathless, submerges, dies

Against thee

for aid from my Lord I ask

Hence He might protect me

With all inner sufficiency He could provide

Repelling those spells of thee,

charming

natheless mortal

that thou casts

Through whose hearts, which lonely are,

thou entrenchest on,

oh thou,

nefarious

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*) The Persian for “You hit my heart hard into the sea”