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COFFEE

Black as night,
ah…how often it sounds.

Bitter as death,
this is also often written down.

Sweet like love,
how commonly spoken by people.

Hot like hell,
since childhood you have heard it.

For a long time, she was dwarfed
in her old clothes.
So often she bore the shame
because her clothes are worn out
and dusty.

Now she wants to
appear with another robe,
with a veil,
a hood,
which she had never worn
before.

She wants to be beautiful
and interesting
again
with new clothes,
new makeup,
which makes her face
the more beautiful

So I and you,
and also them,
can admire her again
as if to see her
for the first time
like it used to be
before time and
sun
make her dull
and obsolete
again...

(Original poetry, © Zaim Rofiqi)

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*The Indonesian version of this poem has been published in Koran Tempo Daily, 5-6 May 2018:

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