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“Hindi ka naman mahirap mahalin.”

Ngunit paano nga ba
Kung ang bilang ng agwat
ay tila hindi tama?

Kaya’t siya ay nagtimpi
at bumaling sa iba
Hanggang sa dulo’y nagsisi
At sinabing
“Hindi ko naman inakala…”

O binibini, ano ang iyong hindi inakala?
Tila ika’y nagulantang nang malamang
Ang pagtatangi ay hindi naayon
Sa panahong ang isa’y sa mundo naitadhana

Ang pag-ibig ay hindi nasusukat
ng ngalan o titolo
At lalo mong tandaan
Ang pag-ibig ay hindi nasusukat
ng pilak o numero

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Paghahanda

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Gayonpaman ang mangyari, ang mundo’y patuloy na iikot,
At ang langit ay mananatiling bughaw.

Kung ang aking puso man ay mapuno ng kirot,
At ang lalamunan ay magsumamo’t humiyaw,
Ang orasan ay magpapatuloy,
Ang ating mga dugo ay dadaloy.
Ilang araw mang humagulgol at lumuha sa poot,
Sa isang pangarap na naging masalimuot.

Humayo ka at bumangong taas noo,
Dahil may araw na hindi liliban sa pagsikat.
Mayroong bukas na itutulak ka palayo,
Sa panahong ang iyong lahat ay hindi naging sapat.

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by Adrienne Luzanne

If You Were In Their Shoes

Right now, sitting comfortably under the safety of your home, with water and bread just within reach, you can’t say “It’s wrong to steal”, “They shouldn’t have done that”, “No matter what, stealing is stealing” unless you’ve been in that same situation, with your family- your mother, your grandparents, your 10-year-old son or your 2-month old daughter- crying and begging for food and warmth. Because it’s human nature to protect those that we love.

I am not defending the looters. Neither am I defending those who steal what can’t be considered basic necessities at all- because those people are just taking advantage of the situation. However, we must not generalize.

If you and your family are on the streets,
losing every comfort you’ve established in life in a blink,
not knowing where you’ll sleep the next day
because somewhere your roof was blown away;

If  your mental and emotional health are a mess,
and your strength’s almost depleted,
your stomach’s growling in hunger,
and your eyes are no longer twinkling but somber,

Then you found a can of food or a clean loaf of bread among the ruins,
will you hesitate upon seeing it?
When behind you, the people who worked all their life to feed you,
are cold, hungry, and sickly?

I asked my grandmother, “Can you blame them?”
She said, “If I saw you so very hungry, I would go anywhere to find food for you to eat.”
And I almost couldn’t hold it in.

My seventy-year-old grandmother, who cried upon seeing news about Tacloban,
without even knowing a single person who lives there…
My only living grandmother, said she would steal if it were for me.
And I’m quite sure I’d do the same for her.
We could always repay it with kindness to other people who are in need when the time comes.

I’m just saying, let’s not judge those people who just lost everything so hastily.
If you stop and think, try imagining yourself in their place.
I’m sure to most, family comes first.

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Again, I am not defending the looters. Let’s just try to see past what the media covers and let not other human beings who have feelings feel condemned for being normal, that when forced to choose, during dire times, between ethics and love, chose love.

Para Sa’yo Iska

Kumakawalang mga luha,
na hindi makapaniwala sa
hindi makaturangang pagkawala.
Sa kanyang pag-iisa, sinong nakinig?
Sinong nakapansin?

. . . Mayroon ba?

Mga karapatan at pribilehiyong
dapat ipinaglaban,
Sinong nagturo?

. . . Mayroon ba?

Ang tanong ay bakit at paano.
Bakit hinayaan, paano ang naiwan?
Mga magulang na umasa,
sa wakas sana’y makaahon na.
Mga puso’y lumayag sa kay gandang simula,
kay bilis nawala.

Dinig ko ang hiyaw, ramdam ang sakit,
Itong sitwasyon, sa aki’y kay lapit.
Iska, ang iyong pangarap,?
Walang awang winarak,
Nawa’y hindi na sa iba pa’y matulad.

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Ulilang Pangarap

Sa pagdaan ng oras,
araw,
at taon,
ang dapat mawala’y
lumago.

Ako’y sabik parin
sa sagot,
sa pagkakataon,
at pagsuyo.

Ngunit ayoko nang masaktan na muli
sa pag-tingin sa iyong yumi,
na matagal nang binawi.

Kung kaya’t ngayon
ay nagtitimpi,
nagtitiis,
kahit ang puso’y
may kirot na parang tinutupi.

Sa takipsilim
na hindi natatapos,
ako’y nagmamatyag,
ako’y nag-aantay,
ako’y nalulunod.
Nagbabakasakali
sa muling pagdampi
ng init na dala
ng iyong titig.

Kaya’t mag-isip,
alalahanin ang pangarap,
ang maging ulila’y
hindi katanggap-tanggap.
Habang ako’y tutuloy sa pagsulat
sa mga susunod na pahina,
At baka bukas ay ikaw at ako na
muli ang paksa.

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Isinulat ni Adrienne Luzanne

 

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