Messenger Of God
Around the lake morn, I was walking.
The unseen wind was blowing.
Flowers and green grass were moving:
And the vapour of lake,
Alike my grief,
Arose up in the skies
Temples surrounded with ringing bell
And my body's body heard a yell.
Thousand of birds amusing chirping
In and around the breezes of lake, gently passing,
As if there the whore's smell:
Alike the aroma or the stench,
There is a poet-
Where there is life;
In peace and sorrow;
There exists a poet.
Oh Poet! Glance thou elsewhere!
And spy over the sad and grief
Of murmuring self absorbed deep.
Similar to lunacy indeed,
A poet in me is never happy at all-
Because of this cruel world of downfall!
Poetry by Tsewang Dorjee9
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Written on 2007-05-08 at 16:54
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