The Ballad of Yanto and Yanti

Stepped onto the stairs, trembling

He held the hands of hers

Reaching the door

He lost everything.

Stepped down the stairs, hurriedly

She cried very loudly

Reaching the gate

She lost everything.

By Rianto S. Kar

An Angel For Everyone

By Rianto S. Kar

Everyone has an angel,

said wise men.

So do we, said I.

Your angel is good,

but mine is not.

A Sorrowful Love Poem

By Rianto S. Kar

In front porch

I am sitting in the sofa.

My cat is mewing under my feet, as usual.

Sunshine on the Seaside

In front porch, sitting in an armchair

eager to know why you still care

not any glass of whiskey or beer

but a cup of your love coffee, dear.