A bud of soul stopped by for a moment in the world
She waved her hands to the sky
After light briefly stopped by in her eyes
Her body was created
Like a thorn although it had no stains
She had no time to say hello
Moreover a farewell
Ripped from womb
Then streaming somewhere
Among rotten garbage
Without a name,
her fragrance wafted up to heaven
Novia, 2013
JIWA BAGI SURGA
Sekuntum jiwa singgah sejenak di dunia
Tangan kecilnya melambai ke angkasa
Setelah sinar mampir selintas di kedua bola matanya
Tubuhnya tercipta, bagai duri meski tanpa noda
Tak sempat ia ucapkan sapa perjumpaan
Apalagi salam perpisahan
Direnggut dari rahim
Lalu mengalir entah kemana
Membusuk diantara sampah
Tanpa nama, wanginya tercium hingga ke surga
Novia, 2013
Poetry Prairie 