Chalvin Pratama Putra's poems

Chalvin Pratama Putra was born in Bayang, Pesisir Selatan, West Sumatra. Joined the Southeast Asian poets.

KOMPAS/SUPRIYANTO

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Shadow Nan Seven Koto Nan Salapan

To my teacher Emral Djamal D.t Rajo Mudo

"Bajawek's heir, an heirloom that is being helped"
you have made your house a place to open your steps
you tell a dull story that has been hidden for a long time
you reveal all your studies for yourself
with a pitunang that soothes the spirit my lords

history of a village that was hit by a bad season;
our ancestors passed down
climbing kambuik hill
climbing the twin lakes
slopes to rawang silimau

the eye has been deceived by the weeds, the view has receded because of the shadows

So from which mythology is this country mentioned?

Padi shamans, magic shamans or salido shamans
are becoming more and more treated

you also call yourself sitawar essence
which comes from the old mountain
offers us a study of stomach fillers
when the body is about to turn over
hit by a bad season approaching death

"the magic sea of ​​the lucky region"

you said that before
a ringing that lodged in your ear
a great vibration restrained your steps

Shadow, 2022

Also read: Sthiraprana Duarsa's Poems

To Banda Satuten

long ago our ancestors came
from the womb of nature, the Pagu river, explored ten regions
built new homes on the shores of the sea breeze
which gave an uncertain fever

they saw the bowels of the earth being dredged
cutting off everything that grew effectively

they shipped gold, pepper and all the scents of the jungle, they took them far out there, all that was left for us were the prints of their shoes

in the west, where the dead sun swings
our beaches and harbors often lap
and greet ships in and out

brought everything that could be redeemed
for the sake of the stomach
leaving the sick
and bad stories in the roots of our ears

Shadow, 2023

Also read: Toto ST Radik's poems

Edge Surau

One afternoon parak on the veranda you heard the father telling a story
about the surau that was chewed up by the Batang Bayang River
crossing roads leading to the estuary
the border of misfortune on the waves of the Pasar Baru sea

the surau where the ancestors sit upright chanting the sila
dealing with the shadows in the land beyond
spelling the fate of the children of kumidi repeating the study
provision of a world where worries go away

has jumped the spell of the sea
an arena for overseas children to collect complaints.
seven sacred trees border the shadow river on the edge of the surau
similar to towers and trees as an antidote to the heat,
from the flashing sun from the east

said the father; when the call came man jadda wajada
had crossed the road dividing the estuary
stabbed the foundations of thirteen pillars
seven sacred trees leaving names
fell down devouring the old stream

there they saw kings stopping by looking for spells
asking to learn the steps of the triangle
there were also ancestors from across the country
who were looking for the old dubalang teacher

but now, the surau of this century is just a piece of ash
meravi on a stump
rumble of crumbling character, selling like a worn cloth

Shadow, 2021

Also read: Toni Lesmana's poems

Mother's body

I put my mother's body
in my pants pocket
because she was dead
even though I didn't allow her to die

I wrote a blank letter
and put it on a pendulum
next to a photo of my father
who was cutting a pig

the smell of this body, the smell of death
has the power to carry me far away
with extinguished fire in the dark field
with iron castings in the hot field

who can read this empty letter
besides the pendulum and father's photo

Who knew that in my pocket there was my mother's body, besides God, besides God

but on the other hand
my lover has suspected the presence of a body in my pocket
every time we make love, promise and swear

so that he can guess what I have saved, even though it is blank, he can read what I wrote

she also wants to get into the pocket
left clothes pocket
to be a body, to be a corpse, to be my mother

Padang, 2023