Mabantao's Poet Society

MABANTAO...

A land where the mountains starts to fall

Two river’s merge it serve

Low lands now at its feet

It is where I belong. The hands of the mountain it guides

We now raise our eyes to heavens

It looks over the flat land fields

Upon its bosoms

It gather’s all its nutrients

A vast fertile land now we live. Upon our faces

It falls hard on our heads

I never leave you

I journeyed in a

faraway place

But I never forget you my land. My brothers

My sisters

My friends

You shape me from the bottom of my feet

It spread and mold me when I walk upon your green fields. You make my lungs strong upon breathing your sweet breeze

You pour my head constantly with a morning dew

Imminent raindrops

Staggering rains , feeding the thirst of the dry land

Forever nurturing our plants. Gushing spring water from your feet ,we drink

I’m not tired hearing your songs

Your whispers are my hopes

I raised my voice

When no one likes to hear

I state again in the four corners of the world

You bear me as your son

If the time will come I will go home

Bear me again as I grow old

There’s no other sweetness than to die in your fold.