MEMASUKI KEBISINGAN KOTA VISAKAVATNAM, INDIA

Nyonya berambut pirang

menyambutku hormat

persilahkan ku duduk di teras

pandang gulungan ombak

menyapu pantai

tak jauh

dua pelayan

sorban di kepala

antarkan makan

tuk kami berdua

dia berbisik-bisik

ku mengangguk sedih

tak punya tanah air ?

hadir dari sisa penjajah

orang tua berjubah putih

muncul dari celah rumah berdinding lumpur

anak-anak kecil telanjang dada

antarku ke dermaga

matahari mencubit manja

polisi berkaus kaki selutut

memeriksa tubuhku

ketika naik ke tangga kapal

ENTERING  THE NOISY  VISAKAVATNAM CITY, INDIA

A blond lady

welcome me in respect

alowwed me to sit in the terrace

starring at roll by roll of waves

sweeping the beach

Nearby

Two waiters

with head covered

serving food

for both of us

she whispered

I nodded in pain

have no  home town?

stay alive as victim of colonialists

The old man of white robe

suddenly came up from alleys between muddy houses

Boys without shirts

Took me to port

The Sun touched me romantically

Policemen wearing knee-high socks

invaded my entire body

when boarding the ship