These flashes,
Cross above
My head,
From the passing Monorail,
It was never 5
That frequent.
Twenty minutes will do,
Watching this city,
In hustle.
Nonetheless, it is 10
Difficult so to immerse
Despite people running,
Shoving, shouting, panting,
Sweating, Syncopating footsteps, chewing crumbs;
In this bustling rush hour. 15
These flashes,
In my head,
Playing
Dead-mute;
Sunken 20
Under the hustle
Of morning rush.
Twenty minutes
Will do
Listening to 25
The morning rushes
In this beating city.
Now,
The Monorail that passes,
From above, 30
The concrete bridge,
I heard,
The deafening march
Chasing nigh o’ time.
Unable to 35
Freeze the time,
For this sudden
Membrance.
Twenty more minutes,
Just the time 40
For me to
Replay,
Your glimmering pair of eyes,
With your angelic smirk,
And your ghost, 45
That had harried
Here before.
This solid bench
Here,
Have waited you 50
Before,
In my beloved city.
This morning,
A hushed morning,
Despite the city running, 55
Shoving, shouting, panting,
Sweating, Sealing jaws, chanting stress;
Heralding the early rush.
My beloved city,
Buried is your smile, and 60
Your memories,
Behind these glossy walls
Caught in the clouds.
This morning-rise,
Hush and mush, 65
As I only would
Hear
My heart beating
The morning rush.
Translation for "Dua Puluh Minit Yang Dipinta"
