A NOTE TO BUALJOL
Would you recognize when my face appears
As a fading footprint of some beast,
When I have no teeth to brighten my smile,
Would you let them spread before me
Your green, lush grasses and take me like before
When we used to stare into your ragged clouds.
I pray to permit the careless air to play with me,
Remind the both of us how I often chased
The shadows of the clouds it slyly set ‘em in motion.
Allow me to laze under your shade tree
Like you did back eons ago as I await my father
To come home with aroma of sweat and tobacco.
Never will I forget you—you gave me a garden,
Birds to add life to it, and flowers for colors;
Your rain had flirted with us in the clear puddles
Upon the grass as we danced naked and barefoot,
Your winter too had teased us chapping our lips
And coaxing us to smile with her warm winter tales.
Never will I forget you—you’d given much,
And in turn had devoured my loved ones too;
Yet like a child I hope to be in your good graces
When such a time comes when my lungs fail
To invite a whisper of breath, for old times’ sake,
Be considerate to lay me among my loved ones.