This year, unlike the previous years I traveled the long and winding road down South from my blissful Benua to visit Tikus mondok of which I left behind in the city. It was no the main intention though. It was about the choice. The Tikus has not changed much so was the city. But the voice in the shadow is becoming loud and clear. That was the day my fingernail tainted blue. That was also the day when the sky closed its heavenly door and never pour the shower onto my Benua. So I wrote this Haiku...
Inai biru
sejuta harapan
kemarau semakin panjang
This is not a foretelling from a human with the least of sanity.
It is a prophecy.
