041210i Let My Eyelashes Touch Poem by Manonton Dalan

lucky palm tree still standing tall
full of fruits, prancing to rising sun
i will climb it and take down some
for me, my friends and whoever comes
small pretty bungalow has been gone
i have no choice but build another one

too tired to even think or very scared
i pick few palm leaves for my shelter
gather seaweeds for my bed mattress
dried woods for fuel for night to come
keep away hungry roving dogs away
while i will slip a sleep in harmony