Just one minute
Quarter of a moment, I need to go
The second bell is calling before I know
That I am still too far
From my class next floor
Gather my things, I have to rash
To met my world literature class
For I promise them not to be late
And to continue, I couldn’t wait
The report about this and that
Myth and legend –the ancient account
Fables and parables –the taste of godly deeds
Penned beautifully in scrolls and in books
Suddenly you cross, seeking my attention
So quick, in the nick of time, confusion
You need to talk, to ask, I don’t know why
But, without a sound to give a try
And I said, be patient and I’ll be back
Hit the floor, after three o clock!
I am free and we will see
What to do and what this could be
And waited for you to come
Several hours after that; though I can’t be calm
The night is falling; people slowly fading
To the guard house, I have to give a ring
Then, few words –the world it seems
I cannot, I don’t; confuse because of the news
Just one minute after that; someone
Somewhere whom I know, is gone
Note:
19 March 2010 AD. Davao City, Philippines
The poem is an account of true event in the life of Mr. R. (friend to the author) who missed to talk to his student because of other duty to attend to. And to discover after his class the student has commit suicide inside the male rest room.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem