I knew I did nothing
But to fly, to sing,
To alight happily
On a branch of a tree.
Did my song hurt you?
Did I make something bad
As I perched and flew?
I knew I did nothing
But to fly, to sing,
To alight happily
On a branch of a tree
Why did you throw
A deadly stone towards me
Whilst I sang my favorite song?
I moaned as I fell.
The pain was too strong!
I beg, before you toast me
Let me first say:
"Oh, I'll miss you, my song,
For I can't sing you anymore.
"Oh, my friend Lonely Tree,
I'm sorry to tell you
That I can't be with you
To make you happy every day.
"Oh, my friend Strong Wind,
Keep on blowing
Even if you don't feel my wings,
For I can't fly with you again."
BINABASA MO ANG
Kurit and Other Poems
PoesíaA 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...
