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Ode to Lebanon





How can I be so unfeeling
How can I be so insensitive
When I am just near
Yet, I haven’t noticed your suffering
I even talked to you
I wonder if you hear me
When you are full of sadness
When you are full of pain

Then I noticed your coldness
Everyday you withdraw from me
You have lost the luster
And before my very eyes you wither away
Deaf to my pleas
Of coming back

Frantically, I brought you back
From where your spirit hide
To forever escape my scrutiny
To never feel abandoned and uncared
By a mere mortal like me…

My despair turned to anguish
You have given me many chances
Yet, I was reckless
Never learned my lessons
Now, you are just a limp
And withered body

A mummy of my old Lebanon.
Forgive me.

P.S.

I am still deluding myself in hoping
That one day you will smile again
A tiny flicker of leaf will sprout
From your wasted body
And like old times
You will smile at me

Patiently, I will wait…

10:12AM,
6 December 2010
Cotabato City


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