For Alexander Pushkin
Written by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
Bemoaned the escarpment of fate
his heart hugged grove.
He brought the curse of the Prophets
poignant life
embedded forever.
When the wind in his fingers,
crawled the tricky of time.
Body hidden by the night,
flapped by the wing of ocean.