People call me as an insane
Sitting alone on the plain;
They say that I am very keen,
Asking why the leaves are green;
They see me look at the ocean,
They see me glance at the sun;
I am just a crazy pauper
For those who have no answer;
The leaves are green, God and I know:
Ocean's blue whilst sun's yellow;
Eureka! The leaves are between
Sun and ocean, so they're green.
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...
