245 Poem by RIC BASTASA

245



like the dry cogon in flames

Like the dry cogon
That I burn
This evening
On the ricefield
All myself
Is flaming

Waiting for
You

Who never
Comes

I understand
Now
the meaning

Of instant flames

And the ash
They are leaving

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
Close
Error Success