In the shell
In times I
-feel as if am needle
-glued to the arm of a record player
-kiss grooves of silence
-to loud sounds convert them
Some bob heads
Some buggy
Some play with fingers
- (the rhythm, on table)
Some lean back, close eyes
In times I
-feel as if am needle
- (transponder's)
-making waves in oceans
-and in air
Why am I against peace?
Why do I kill silence?
Why to hurt quiet?
Time has come to depart
-why did I come at all?
-how did it all start?
-who knows why?
-where is end?
-where from?
-and reason?
-why?
-why?
-why?
I am like ancestors
-and assume, future
-for answer, a seeker
Am I chick in the shell?
-will I hatch?
-or become a ballute?
-food for some, Philippines', Manilla!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem