I dedicate this poem to my friend's Mother. My friend name is Mingma Dolma, who resides at Jorebunglow. I composed this poem when her mother named, 'Dikee' passed away.


The Last Ride


Lone and with no feelings
one starts his/her last ride
among and midst of chorus...
Chorus of wails and anguishes
of near and dear ones
along with musical instruments.

Adorned with scarves, flowers
and filled with audacity
to hear and to feel...
Nothing...
Nothing of wails
and pains
of near and dear ones
one starts his/her last ride.

And yes,
to see
no charades...
embarrassing charades
of charades...
one starts his/her last ride
ride to mingle
into dust and air.

Wangdi Gyalpo
27th February 2007







Poetry by Wangdi Gyalpo
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Written on 2007-04-20 at 11:40

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