It's summer in the tropics
but I wake up
to the beauty of spring
The garden blushes
with sweet
carnation kisses
Popping fire lilies
blow warm breeze
in my cold morning
I can see the sun
smiling at me with the
beaming stargazers
I smell cherubic scent
fill the air with
baby's breaths all over
How this once shy eden
now greener than ever
blooms with anticipation
In seven tomorrows
our yard shall breathe
again the doting wind
of dad's bansuri
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ay sori now i \know bansuri na hehe
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parang ang saya naman jan uu nga anu ung bansuri? ay na miss ko tuloy tatay ko,
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This has a lovely sentiment. Anticipation can breathe life into the otherwise ordinary. Nicely done.
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mmmmmm para akong nasa Baguio... pati mmmmmko para kong narararmdaman kung gano ka presko don.ano pala yung bansuri?
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Bansuri is an Indian flute made of bamboo, ang kaibahan niya lang dun sa plawta na nakikita nating binebenta sa SM is that bansuri is longer and it is positioned sidewards whereas yung pamilyar sa atin sa dulo siya hinihipan kaya nasa harap siya ng tumutugtog. The man being referred in this poem plays bansuri.
Thank you, Anna. Bigla ko ring na-miss ang Baguio
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I got lost for a bit, had a google 'bansuri'. Now I can understand the poem much better. An excellent poem of anticipation while waiting for Dad to come home. I can see the beauty of the tropics and smell the various scent from the flowers. Reminds me of PNG many years ago.
Lovely read.
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This is a beautiful write. Very well written. I could feel the coolness of the morning breeze and smell the fragrant flowers. Very nice.
Kelli
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