Treasure Island

Marites C. Cayetano

(Philippines)

Sa Pugad -w/english translation ‘In The Nest‘


Inang ibon
sa pugad nagbalik
umaawit, naghihintay
sa kanyang mga pipit.

Inang ibon
sa pugad naghintay
subalit sa tatlo niyang pipit
isa‘y di nagbalik.

Inang ibon
sa pugad nanangis
at muling lumisan.
kasama ng dalawa niyang pipit.


-english translation- In The Nest

Mother bird
came back to the nest
singing, waiting
for her little birds.

Mother bird
waited in the nest
but among her three little birds
one didn‘t come back.

Mother bird
shedding tears in the nest
and flies away
with her two little birds.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 15, 2013

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