“I
wish they can see in my eyes the real story
I
hope there is no need for words
I
hope they will understand me.”
I
am a child who lives along the street
No
slippers and has a dirty face, finger and feet
Begging
for a penny from sun rise to sun set.
For
me a five peso coin is worth a five hundred peso
Do
you need to hear my story?
For
your hearts to be moved and for your hands to be encouraged to help?
Look
into my eyes
Stare
at me for a brief five seconds
Surely
you will see pain beneath my joyful smile
And
if you want to know my own story
Ask
and you will better understand me.
(The article originated from the Filipino write up below)
Sana
Nakukuha Lang sa Isang Tingin
“Sana
nakikita sa mata ang buong istorya
Sana
hindi na kailangan pang mag-eksplika
Sana naiintindihan ako
nila.”
Ang batang palabuy-laboy sa daan
Walang tsinelas
at madungis ang mukha
Nanglilimos sa maghapo't magdamag
Ang
limang piso mo ay tila limang daan na para sa kanya
Kailangan
pa ba nating marinig ang buong istorya
Upang tayo'y maantig na
tumulong sa iba?
Tignan mo ang kanyang mata.
Limang
segundos ng pagtitig.
Tiyak may mababasa kang pighati sa ilalim ng
kanyang masayang ngiti.
At kung gusto mong malaman ang kanyang
kwento.
Tanungin
mo siya't mas maiintindihan mo.
