He was her school girl day’s hero
He got a vogue and gallantry, indeed
Ungracefully thin and tall, though
Don Quixote was still her hero

They then both became good pals,
Then all things fell in the right place
He liked her.
She was astounded by him.
Don Quixote was a good friend.

He really was her school girl day’s hero
The hero who, one day, strolled down the stairs,
Seeing the girl waiting as she said:
I like you.
Don Quixote was the hero.

Long days passed
High school-ish letters were hid in bookcases
For only good times rolled
For the time being was their own

, one day, was oblivious
That his strengths were no longer invincible
That a villain, a powerful one, came in to trap his lover
The hero suddenly died as both parted.

The girl was corrupted; she was a tramp
Long lonely years and the hero recovered
Jolly and gay, however blue
Ungracefully tall and thin, but still a hero

Two roads met like swinging hinges
The girl has fallen to many traps
But they held each other’s hand
Don Quixote was all understanding
For Don Quixote was a hero

When I still do campus journalism in FEU Advocate, a Literary writer gave me a sheet of paper with an old-paper texture. There, a Tagalog-poem was written. Her hand had a good penmanship, I must say. I was not able to ask her why she gave me that paper. She just said that it might be her last poem for the school paper (the poem was not published) and she will be resigning soon.

I took it without hesitation. However, she left me a situation that invites challenge. She left me an untitled poem and that problem made me worry for days.

Is this a poem about words and thoughts that were left unsaid?


Parang nasunog na sinaing
Hinugasan ko ng maigi,
at ng may buong pag-iingat
hanggang sa nawala
ang mga butil ng bato
at pinili ang mga bigas
na hindi angkop.
Isinalang ko sa apoy hanggang sa
kumulo. At hinayaan kong
mainin hanggang maluto.
Ngunit nasunog ito at kumalat
ang amoy sa buong kusina.
Nalumbay ako sa nanyari, at
Pinagpasyahang itapon ang nasunog
Na sinaing. Ngunit kinabukasan,
paggising ko ay naroon pa rin
ang amoy ng tutong, ang amoy
ng maitim na kanin