Offering Poem by GLEN SALES
Offering
Do not rejoice.
Do not wonder.
Do not give me praise.
I am also wounded.
There are many days that I am lost
In the wilderness
To the loneliness you call
No one hears me.
Probably, I was torn by wild animals
If I were in a forest.
The truth is,
I'm giving my hands
My friend, but I do,
Not have anything to offer.
This is a translation of the poem Walang Anuman by GLEN SALES
Wednesday, September 13, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: hands,love
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