I feel awful
As I catch up a cough and cold so easily
with little coldness I exposed,
That wasn’t me
the long before Bhopai Bhu (Tibetan Boy)
Who stands all alone in the snowy mountains
without a single sign of shivering and Shaking of coldness,
I feel awful and ashamed by now
I can’t call myself (sonsnow) the son of snow land,
I feel awful
As my tongue has lost its taste
the Taste to Taste the Tsampa
Which fed me for so long,
I feel Awful and Ashamed
As my tongue has lost its taste
the taste with which I was born,
It only Tastes the Taste of a Tea
Half sugar and un-filled another half,
I feel Awful
As my eye rolls
Long before that sister pass by,
It rolls from right to left
From left to right
Up and down all at once,
I feel awful and ashamed
To the greatness of Great Gurus
Whose guide for godliness in me must have gone long before.
By: Sonsnow
This poem is so poignant. Keep writing. And it is OK, even good, to let joy in sometimes.
Thank you so much for taking your time out for my unorganized poem.
Sonsnow (what a great name!) you are a gifted writer! You heart just sings an amazing melody. What a beautiful lament. I have been gone from my homeland for close to 30 years now – I can’t believe it – and my heart echoes your sentiments. Very well written.
Thank You so much! I have gone through your writings and I have so much to learn from you.
Great article! Gone through few of your blogs and are nicely written.
Thank You for going through my words.