Hidden nanggroe trail
in a cup of coffee
complementary menu for staging lonely dramas
sell dreams about the birth of a country
life-worth dreams

Religious mixture becomes a taste complement
stick to the chest and hips of a city woman
become a terminal in the struggle for aqeedah
reject means opponent and siltation

Behind a cup of coffee
they built palaces for their cronies
above the glittering porcelain cup
they claim to uphold alif
which they will defend with blood

Sugar that deceives even yourself
when they are stirred they are in a similar tone
to get to the bottom and he says full of love. We believe that
even when children laugh at him
then they returned to the surface when they were left silent
rooted in the first layer

In the first layer too,
black coffee divides warmth
spread a smile from steaming smoke
and that's the picture of a cup of coffee
what they tell the world

Behind the first layer of rot is stored
water is chopped from waste seeds
not from the expensive weasel's ass
but the seeds that come out of adultery

Who can read the word
behind the concentration of a cup of coffee
lots of hidden flavors
but our tongue has long since died

Lhokseumawe, October 2012

The poem above was published in Lintas Gayo.

Rahasia Kopi

Jejak nanggroe tersembunyi
dalam secangkir kopi
menu pelengkap bagi pementasan drama sepi tak berseni
menjual mimpi tentang lahirnya sebuah negeri
mimpi-mimpi seharga nyawa

Campuran religi menjadi pelengkap rasa
menempel di dada dan pinggul perempuan kota
menjadi terminal dalam perjuangan aqidah
menolak berarti lawan dan pendangkalan

Di balik secangkir kopi
mereka membangun istana bagi kroni-kroninya
di atas cangkir porselen berkilauan
mereka mengaku menegakkan alif
yang akan mereka pertahankan dengan darah

Gula-gula yang menipu bahkan diri sendiri
saat diaduk mereka berlagu senada
memanisi sampai ke dasar dan katanya penuh cinta. Kita percaya itu
bahkan ketika anak-anak menertawainya
lalu mereka kembali ke permukaan saat didiamkan
mengakar di lapisan pertama

Pada lapisan pertama pula,
kopi hitam membagi kehangatan
menebar senyum dari asap mengepul
dan begitulah gambaran dari secangkir kopi
yang mereka ceritakan pada dunia

Di balik lapisan pertama busuk tersimpan
air dirajang dari biji buangan
bukan dari pantat musang yang berharga mahal
tapi biji yang keluar dari perzinahan

Siapa bisa membaca kata
di balik kepekatan secangkir kopi
banyak rasa tersembunyi
tapi lidah kita sudah lama mati

Lhokseumawe, Oktober 2012

Puisi di atas pernah dimuat di Lintas Gayo.