sometime in 1985
you sketched an eagle
beside an egg
its newly hatched carbon copy
you wrote there
'for another flight! '
(muling paglipad)
beside it is a computation
40 x 3 = 120
can't really figure out what that means
but one thing i am sure of
you miss those college days
when law was still new to you
when everybody was a complete stranger
now in the land of the snow
a mango seed is buried
but deep in my mind
i sense that difficulty thinking
how can a mango tree, if there shall ever be,
thrive on the harshness of the frost?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem