Struggle is our twin
Who treads with us,
Our left hand
That breaks the cobwebs --
A hint that no one
Has passed this narrow,
Virgin path before us.
We have to offend
Even the least of creations
That witnessed our birth --
Our ingratitude --
Just to conquer
The peak of the mountain of life.
Whilst we see
The signs of doom there,
We must pray
That He clothe them
With our skins,
So we alone can feel
The burning mulct
Of our sins.
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...
