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Benzene Mar 2022
I saw my friend still look at the picture of a girl, who he used to like in his school days, whenever he gets drunk.

I saw a Grandmother who herself is too old and sick  worries about her grandchild health and appetite more than herself.

I saw my batchmate wake up at 4 o'clock in the morning to talk to his girlfriend who lives in London.

I saw people falling in love online and putting enormous efforts even though they hadn't met for a single day.

I saw old couples holding hands in a crowded metro .

I saw a person who loves a girl selflessly without expecting anything in return.

I saw so many stories
And LOVE was in everyone
Hey...all
Hope you all are doing good....
CC Aug 2019
How to say sorry when there is no more words left?
It's been 11 years since our batchmate died
He was a good kid who didn't know any better about love
He took his life in an effort to make a point
But we know
Love is useful
So is rest.
Picked thee on head high
With crowd my side by
From batchmates away
To them again, hey
It’s called here “apoy”

A highschool batchmate
Parish affiliate
Rich and religious
Family Venus
Of the Ilawod

Fourth month and sixth day
It’s a Good Friday
After procession
Night lights were turned on
Before the “duaw”

Where people cluster
On banwa proper
Second last caro
Float San Enchero
A Station of Cross

Again with batchmates
Like the former years
Somehow miracle
Rare get-together
The Lord bonds us here!

-04/06/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
My Poem No. 114

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