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Ang Samyo Ng Hinog Na Bayabas

underarmNang trabaho’y natapos, ako’y lumabas
Sa jeep na dumaan pumara’t umangkas
Nang maupo,  sa barandilya’y humawak
Nais na maidlip, pumikit akong kagyat.

Habang nakapikit, ako’y may nalanghap
Animo’y samyo ng hinog na bayabas,
Natakam…kaya’t mata ko’y iminulat
“Ay sus!” Katabi ko… braso’y nakataas.

Di pala bayabas ang aking naamoy
Ito pala’y panis na pagkaing baboy
Nang langit ng baho sa daigdig nagsaboy
Sinalo lahat ng katabi kong kolokoy.

Ako’y nahilo sa amoy na nasagap
Sikmura ko noo’y halos bumaligtad
Para akong ikinulong sa “septic tank”
Nais ko nang pumara upang tumakas.

Ilang saglit pa’t meron akong napansin
May pasaherong sa akin nakatingin
Braso ko kasi pala’y nakataas din
Doon sa baradilya’y nakalambitin.

Hindi lang  pala dalawa kundi marami
Matang tutok sa aki’t aking katabi
Marahil ay pilit nilang winawari
Akin o kanya… mabahong kili-kili.

Halos sabay kaming nagbaba ng braso
Pagkatapos… tumingin sa akin ang loko
Aba’y biglang tinakpan ang ilong nito
At mabilis bumaba nang jeep pumreno.

Bago ang jeep nagpatuloy sa pag-usad
Aba’t ang kolokoy ako’y kinausap –
“Eh tanggapin mo sana ang payo ko brod,
Maligo ka palagi’t gumamit ng tawas.”

 

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About HARDPEN

Teacher-Writer Hardpen is my nom de plume. My real name is Massuline Antonio Dupaya Ligaya. Many times I was asked the question, "Why do you write?" I don't write for rewards nor adulation. When I write poems, stories, and essays, when I do research, seeing them completed gives me immense joy and satisfaction. I don't write for cash incentives, "likes," and "praises." I would be thankful if I'll have them but the happiness and sense of fulfillment I feel when completing my works are my real rewards. Is teaching difficult? No! When I teach, I don't work but I play. The classroom is my playground, the students are my playmates, and the subject is our toy. Proud to be me! Proud to be a FILIPINO! TO GOD BE THE GLORY!

Posted on April 13, 2019, in Creative Writing, Filipino Humor, Pinoy Jokes, Poetry, Tula and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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