20 Februari 2011


one day, its hard to hear the call to prayer
I'm looking at the park, on the front page, on the road
only the towering buildings and the thud of the music sounded
only bikini woman and naked chest man brings surfboard passing trough the road
Where is the call to prayer, God?
I whispered question in orange twilight

I turned the radio to find the call prayer
Faint sound, arise and sink
Impose dew in the sense
drain sense of cool, fresh and comfortable

In seconds, i feel as if adzan slapped me
Reminds me of the days of the call for prayer I ignored
The days when the Adzan is played from all the corners of my town births

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