Tatag sa gitna ng pighati

Tahimik na muli ang puso

Ang mga lungkot at pagkabalisa

Dahan dahan na rin humupa

Ito'y bukas na muli

Yumakap sa mundong pinili

Kasama mga nilalang

Tinalikuran ng lipunan.

Ang mga agam-agam

Natutulog lamang

Pansamantala nahimbing

Maaring magising

At sa puso't diwa

Manligaligalig

Malulungkot muli

Lulubog sa kaibuturan

Ng lungkot at pighati

Maglulunoy sa kumunoy nito

Hayaang balutin ang kabuuan

At lamunin nito.

Pagkatapos ng unos at ligalig

Sa pagitan ng mga buntong hininga

Huhugot ng tatag at tapang
Sa kaibuturan

At sa mga kasamang mandirigma
Sasagupa muli sa mga pakikibaka.

August18,2018

10:28am

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