Why must it be so ?

Why must it be so?

(For you, in memory of sweet days)

One morning,

our school prepared for evening concert

My “Lamda” also took part on testing

She sang a song titled Talu’s Sound

Her voice was sweet, high,

            exciting all the crowd

*** 

Standing from a distance,

            I dared not come near

Enjoying her voice,

            something was broken in my heart

Why must it be so?, Why my dear?!

From a distance,

            I couldn’t  keep back my tears

***

A friend of mine came,

           And he saw my tears

“What’s the matter with you?

           Why do you cry?”

“No matter!

            I have just a trouble in my stomach,”

“My stomach's wrong

            I do not know why”

***

Wrong stomach always makes me cry

Wrong stomach always makes me cry

Wrong....

                          Vungtau, Okt. 1978