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AYAW KO NA RITO SAKLOLO (acrostic poem)

 

Anak, kalugod-lugod ka! Salamat sa iyong dulot na kulay.

Yaman ko'y ikaw ang tagpo; ang pananatili ang iyong magiging patnubay.

At kung ika'y magsumamo, 'di nanaisin, sapagka't ito'y guhit ng palad.

Walang buhay na kaluluwa ang sisilid sa madilim na pagkatao.


Kung kaya't ito'y aking dapat dinggin; kailangan kong suungin ang kailaliman nitong bangin.

Orasan mo ako habang pinipigilan ko ang paghinga sa dulot nitong hangin.


Naririnig mo pa ba ang paglagok ng inumin? Ito'y dugong humahagod sa aking lalamunan.

Ako ay lulan ng sandamakmak na palamuting laruan; gusto mo pa ba akong hawakan?


Rekado ako ng isang kumpulang sabi-sabi. "Ano'ng handa mo sa iyong kaarawan?"

Isa-isa silang pipila sa akin na parang hindi nila ako pinagdudahan.

Tampulan ng tukso--kahinaan ba ang tunay na ginhawa? Halakhak sila--itong aking pamilya.

O sukdulan ng pagsuko at paghingi awa? Pagkalugmok, ikaw ang karaniwang pithaya!


Sambit ko ang kaligayahan--ito ay aking ikukulong sa mga panipi. 

Ako ay lilipad kasama nila! Sa itaas ng gusali nilang nangangalawang na bakal ang haligi.

Kasangga ko ang mga edad--doble, maging triple ang laki't tangkad; ako naman sa ibaba'y hinihila.

Lagi akong ipinagmamalaki ng lipunang sumasalo lamang ng pagkahapo ng aking katawan.

Obra-maestra pa raw ako ng mga taong ito; mas naging kapansin-pansin ang pag-alingasaw yaong usok ng kahunghangan.

Lahat sila ay nagsisipalakpakan, nguni't mula sa mga ibig ako'y bakas ang pagtataka.   

O marahil dahil hindi lamang nila nasipat ang mga unang letra ng bawa't taludtod nitong akda?



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