Ketika Dunia Berhenti Sementara

Pandemi virus korona telah menyebabkan kehidupan manusia berhenti untuk sementara. Bukan hanya di Indonesia, namun dunia. "Dunia sedang beristirahat", katanya. Istirahat-nya "dunia" tersebut memberikan kita banyak pelajaran, "istirahat" yang juga memberikan kita banyak kehilangan.

Ketika Dunia Berhenti Sementara

Ketika dunia berhenti sementara

Banyak perut yang ikut berteriak dengannya

Banyak hati yang ikut menangis bersamanya

Banyak jiwa yang pergi, hilang selamanya

Ketika dunia berhenti sementara

Aku menyaksikan orang-orang yang tertinggal itu

Perlahan kehilangan pelanggannya

Lalu pekerjaannya

Kemudian rumahnya

Mereka lambat laun kehilangan segalanya

Dan pada akhirnya, mereka kehilangan jati dirinya

Ketika dunia berhenti sementara

Mereka menjalankan hidup dengan gamang

Tidak tahu menahu bagaimana masa depan akan membentang

Namun mereka tetap berkata dengan lantang

Bahwa mereka akan terus berjuang

A.K, 2020.

Ditulis ditengah pandemi virus korona tahun 2020.

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