when sky is clear
many wings up there
we wish we have one
to join all their fun
so we chase butterflies
settle to dragon flies
very thin transparent
wings; beautiful we say
we paste paper on them
watch them fly untiring
and when it fall we watch
slow descent; swirling
most end in pond nearby
where we watch our faces
wrinkled by tiny ripples
you tried to clear with
your hand... disappear
we walk in step going home
we never say goodbye for
tomorrow is another day to
play; we come up with something
so exciting where most kids
don't... mind independence
searching where most sleep
stuck with their own stories
pitty; looking at themselves
missing much of possibilities
... and still is
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sisters, brothers, friends you and me were roam-free kids starting the morning runs with our moms' sermon: be kind, but be more kind to the most unkind; won't be forgotten in tomorrow's beyond and off we go playing around the pond stomping on muddy fields weaving coconut leaves into small mats you'd give me i remember seeing letters etched on bark of mango tree on the sole of my slippers and one's smile so naughty maybe all of us here should take the time to recall our childhood innocent times to overwhelm jealousy, envy or even defamation for we don't have forever on this good land
very nice poem. i love the third stanza it gives me smile...little things that happened still as fresh as sunshine...heheheheh... carved heart on mango tree and writing on slippers slippers...i remember that. fourth one is lovely brotherly/sisterly reminder...yes we should throwback and piece our childhood and hopefully pick those neat happy things to refresh ourself...this we should. thanks for sharing..you're still so great and loving and caring