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POSTED BY: KERI on 05/06/2008 05:11:23


Ang sabi ng mutya sa binatang sinta,
kung mahal mo ako`t tapat kang talaga
bukas na bukas din dito`y magbalik ka
na taglay ang puso ng mahal mo`ng INA.

Dugtong ng dalaga sa binata,
bilang paliwanag sa tila malabo niyang pangungusap,
 buhay ng iyong INA`Y kitilin mo,
kunin ang puso at dalhin mo sa akin pag datal ng bukas.


At itong binatang baliw sa pagsuyo
na hangad ng mutya`y aliping sumuko,
kinitil ang buhay ng kanyang INA,
kinuha ang puso na may sariwa pang dugo na tumutulo.

At Itong binata ay tumungo sa mutya,
sa pagmamadali`y natisod,
nadapa sa batong nakausli nahampas ang mukha,
at ang puso ng INA nabitiwang bigla,
at ito namang PUSO na may dugong nunukal,
gumulong sa tabi ng anak na mahal
at saka nagwika`t lubos nagdaramdam.
ANAK KO . . . . ANAK KO IKAW BA`Y NASAKTAN?





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GreatPinoy Pride!




POSTED BY: noypi on 05/10/2008 03:51:40


Great Poem.......Remind's me of the Poem Written Originally by Jose La Villa Tierra...."BALLAD OF A MOTHER'S HEART"

Take a look at this one and compare......Any difference?

The night was dark, for the moon was young

And the stars were asleep and rare;

The clouds were thick, yet Youth went out

To see his Maiden fair.

 

'Dear One,'? he pleaded as he knelt

Before her feet, in tears,

'My love is true; why have you kept

Me waiting all these years?'?

 

The maiden looked at him unmoved,

It seemed, and whispered low:

'Persistent Youth, you have to prove

By deeds your love is true.'?

 

'There's not a thing I would not do

For you, Beloved,'? said he.

'Then go,'? said she, 'to your mother dears

And bring her heart to me.'?

 

Without another word, Youth left

And went to his mother dear,

And opened her breast and took her heart.

He did not shed a tear!

 

Then back to his Maiden fair he ran,

Unmindful of the rain;

Bus his feet slipped and down he fell

And load he groaned with pain.

 

Still in his hand he held the prize

That would win his Maiden's hand;

And he thought of his mother dear

So kind, so sweet, so fond.

 

And then he heard a voice, not from

His lips but all apart:

'Get up,'? it said; 'were you hurt, Child?'?

It was his mother's heart.



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