Unclaimed Script

By Syahrani Khoirunnisa

In the silence of the universe, I reach the peak of my emotions
Sometimes diffused with silent sorrow
I assemble sadness into ashes of letters
Asking, pondering, about what and who I absorb in these letters

I beg, melting my whole body
It is no longer special in every verse that remains
awake Bored, I say, my letters have long since become silent
My pen has long since stiffened and lost control
Thankfully, time flowing by sows joy at the end of sorrow

For, sir,
There is no master I long for
There is no master I must adorn with beauty in every letter
The whisper of sorrow allows my letters to become silence
I let them flow like water in the calm ocean of humanity
My letters, no one owns them, only the freedom to flow and cling tightly to every verse that remains awake.

I place fragments of hope as vast as the ocean on my
letters that turn to ash
. Like a fleet that sails endlessly,
may it traverse the vast ocean without being accompanied by limited words.