John Agandin Biography

When I die,
Cry not your heart out
Nor weep any tears at my grave
I will not see you, cry for me now.
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With light nervous steps, he trod in
As one aroused from an upshot of gin
And stood abashed, a shadow ill-prepared,
His sealed quivering lips unassured
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There is a house, half in ruins
At the other end of the village
Battered and ravaged by wind and rain
Half the walls lie prostrate
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Some nights, when the moon is happy
Smiling broadly from its heavenly home.
A small crowd gathers in the yard;
Grandma, mother, aunty and the others
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Behold the light fades and rises not
And the cute little stars hide in shame
The moon fears to show her face
And day and night become as one.
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