Men invite catastrophe knowingly...
the gardeners.
Gardeners of roses.
Ignoring rose
bloomed with youth
of his garden.
Casts he,
his spooky eyes
on other buds
in vain
to nourish
it into bloom
forgetting and ignoring
the impending truth:
By the time
that bud blooms
into a bloom,
his own rose
will decay
and with it
his youth too.
If something remains
That will be
catastrophe.
Poetry by Wangdi Gyalpo
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Written on 2007-04-15 at 10:05
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Gardener
Strange arethe gardeners.
Gardeners of roses.
Ignoring rose
bloomed with youth
of his garden.
Casts he,
his spooky eyes
on other buds
in vain
to nourish
it into bloom
forgetting and ignoring
the impending truth:
By the time
that bud blooms
into a bloom,
his own rose
will decay
and with it
his youth too.
If something remains
That will be
catastrophe.
Poetry by Wangdi Gyalpo
Read 567 times
Written on 2007-04-15 at 10:05
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