by Luis G. Dato

Has life its meaning? Maybe it has not!
What to the riddle is our answer now,
The whence and whither, and the why and how?
In vain man through the centuries has sought,
To find the world a vale with sorrows fraught,
Is this the limit to what he shall know,
Must he frustrated to the heavens bow
In the crossfire of fate and blind chance caught?

Life seems a blank and we are pawns in space
And time, the endless movement of the suns,
The light of day we see, we breed, we die,
Is birth, is death, a tragedy or grace?
Shall we return or tread this way but once?
How vast, how silent the inscrutable sky!

Luis Dato
Luis Dato

Luis G. Dato (July 4, 1906 - January 29, 1985) was a poet, writer and educator from Sta. Cruz, Baao, Camarines Sur. He published books in English including Manila A Collection of verse (1926), My Book of Verses (1936) and the Land of Mai in 1975. He also wrote several books and text in Bikol such as, Vocabulario Bikol-Ingles-Kastila (1963), Cantahon na Bikol (1969), Morfologia kan Tataramon na Bikol (serialized in Naga Times), Patotodon sa Bikol (Bikol Mail) and Sarabihon sa Bikol.

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