Hold my hand, my Princess,
As we step on this grey ground
Where a clear line passes
Separating ill and sound.
Look at Sol, my Princess;
Feel the warmth of Her welcome
Like the yellow roses
That bloom when the dawn has come.
Hear the birds, my Princess;
Translate their sweet melody,
And you will find a verse
That says: No need to worry.
Breathe the air, my Princess,
Whilst it is pure and fragrant.
Be like the green grasses
That dance to the cool wind's chant.
Turn your head, my Princess;
Do not look at the dark night.
Though stars are in brightness,
The world is in black and white.
Lean on me, my Princess,
When you are tired of watching.
My shoulders mean prowess
That wanes your pain and crying.
Let us go, my Princess,
To that bright place, pure and green.
Help me build a fortress
And be my beautiful Queen.
BINABASA MO ANG
Kurit and Other Poems
PoetryA poem is partly like a recipe. A poet has to have a cupful of experiences, a spoonful of creativity, a tinge of inspiration, and a bit of solitude. These pieces are combined and mixed without any external stirring but by a mere desire for self-expr...
