When a flower's petal falls to the ground
It shall never return for time is bound
To follow the path with one direction,
Like one-lane road, to prevent collision
Of mem'ries from the past and the future.
Yet all know that tomorrow is unsure;
Therefore no dream can ever come today.
Time moves, as in geometry, in a ray.
Almost everything is termed in science
Using ''now'' as the frame of reference.
Like the "time machine" not yet invented,
Time travel can't be done but can be said.
When played, an old favorite melody
Sends our time back to the past memory.
BINABASA MO ANG
Kurit and Other Poems
PuisiA 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...
