RIC S. BASTASA


Experiences - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

on a train to Sucat
2 o'clock in the morning
on an emptiness
of the seats the man
gives a stare
to me,

to tired to respond
i look at another direction
his gaze is looking for
something
begging and this i cannot
give
for i have no means
no courage

the train arrives at the station
i got out
taking my fast steps
not looking back

even if the man falls dead
drunk upon his longings
love he had none
i have no reason to help
him stand

for i too is seeking, begging
like him
last night, i too fell off the
canal of my
decency, no one helped me
stand
they take a single look and
went their own way
as though
this world is cold and numb
to what happens
everywhere.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 10, 2010



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