#CALAMANSI

CALAMANSI

 

(1)

When she got there first time in a decade ago 

She didn’t like those small fruits with the taste of quite sour 

She saw everyone’s meal with that; tiny citrus fruits with soy sauce 

They’ve fond of that like they enjoy Ngapi* 

But she loves its aroma since then 

 

When she got there second time and the following times 

She started liking its juice although it is strongly sour 

She enjoyed it like everyone there, which is lovely Kalamansi

She loves its tang and She loves its smell then

 

(2)

When the World got its illness last about five hundred days ago

Then, the World has been sick and halt 

And, human were under their own retain or ruled kept in their nests 

Millions of people called for help for cure of stresses 

She was also one of those and looked for MHPSS 

 

(3) 

There is a small space in the rooftop she used to walk

A small green plot has been started with some Pineapple plants 

Then, many more others walked into there as family members

And, a beautiful roof-garden has been grown up there 

Then, she can be seen there every early morning and every late evening by talking her flowers

 

(4)

She already missed her lovely Kalamansi, Calamansi

after many days with no moving to the place can enjoy she 

And, luckily found her Calamansi in a Garden nursery

It was happened last two  hundred days

While she drove for some plants and trees 

She didn’t know that she would be delighted that much 

when she saw a sparsely such kind of lemon plant as sudden

It was not in their own land, 

she had no idea how they arrive to her country but just she’s happy

 

(5) 

Her AM and her PM have been filled up with caring them

Days and Nights are keep gong then till another terrible day came in

 

(6)

Her own land has been under the spell of a curse 

It is added to the World’s difficult times’ part

The very wicked moments for everyone has arrived but no one invite(d)

The Bloods,

The sounds of bombs, 

The Gun shots 

The lives lost 

The Fire

The Burn up

The Cry

The Fear

The houses are left empty in the towns 

The displaced people are full in the forests

The tears of mothers are flooded across the country 

The moans of the wounded people have been heard from everywhere 

The many people having a safe place of no where

The Children

The Women

The Elders …

All people are unsecure anywhere…

 

(7)

Her nights became very difficult to pass over again

Her days became filled with apprehension of any unseen things 

But her Calamansi has been growing with no worries 

Its’ new buds came out cheerfully and bloomed gracefully,

And tiny babies stand out soundlessly

They somehow made her relief with their wonderful fresh and greenly

Now, she has the first ever her own Calamansi 

She picked up it with full of love, then, she smelled it, and she smells it….. 

 

Calamansi is not just a Calamansi for She. 

 

MaMa Thiri

09 June 2021