Dechen Doma Sherpa Poems

Don't tell me why Life is unfair, mine's not yours to live
Judge me all you want, i simply don't care about it
All i did was to survive, i see no sin in it
I had a stomach to feed, charity was too expensive.
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I stutter and can not remember my name.
Its been long since I heard my coarse voice.
My soul dreads the echo of my heart,
Its rhythemic thumping makes sure I remain deaf.
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With the first cry came a tear of shame
Before a mother's breast garbage became cradle
Born alive but for those who mattered was a stillborn
What would they say of IT neither son nor a daughter
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The irony of Life is, it is never yours until you sacrifice it
The noise of the world has made us deaf to heartbeats of humanity
We run towards lights for in the darkness we see our psyche
In the screaming silence of the night, we lay awake with hushed hullabaloo in our mind
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Sweet spring swing and young yearning years
Memories reminded by sudden gust of faint wind chimes
Those years when foreigners, friends and foes played together
Lost innocence, insurance and inane discourse of life
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Trust me he said, 'I'll never break your heart again'.
Hold me, he whispered, 'I'll never let you cry again'
Promises and disarming smiles broke my walls of fear again
He came like a rain and wiped out what was left of my faith.
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If I say I love You, will you pity my yearning soul?
Look whats beyond my trembling lips and see my beating heart?
I wonder if you find me silly with hormones of hasty hungry heat.
Or laugh at my adoration of a human god admonishing my hopeless farce?
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The monsoon flooded my childhood memories
The paper boats, raincoats, muddy cakes and granny's tales
Sweet oranges, first crushes, undying pacts, papa's trademark hats
The race through the fields, the climb upon the trees.
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He gave me rose one day and a letter to go with it
He told me he loved me and will do so as long as he shall live
He held my hand and promised me a ring when the time is right
I killed that Man, for he gave me more than his words
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A decade and a half ago i ran away from my home
Was cornered and brought back home before the birds came home
All of them asked what went in my head to act so strange?
But nobody heard my silent heartbreak which made me flee from home
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