dechen lhamo Poems

Coming In my dream,
Is really a yummy cream,
To remind what you taught,
Gathering for a daily thought.
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The work of English,
Keeps away my childish,
Without any proper dish,
Not even a piece of dry fish.
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hissing greedy cat,
on a rat jumped,
rat spared, claws broken.
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white glittering snow,
sun on it, got it melted,
now barren hill seen.
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Headaches and nerves pains,
Throat, as though been a year dry,
Handful sand stratified,
Some through nose canal passed,
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I fear
When I am gone,
Would you console my dear ones?
The call I made to all, hearing the voice of them,
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Heart was young and pure,
Till it met with your care,
Since our conversation,
Though had a sense of conservation
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No cannons volleyed, no arrow rose,
Yet the world is in its bitter cry.
Nation has stepped at the boundary of its pinch,
Yet the king and leaders do not back an inch.
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As waves towards the pebbled shore,
Do I swim mine lines from core,
Upon the words thine own lips framed.
And to hear'st do mine ears flamed.
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No cannons volleyed, no arrow rose,
Yet the world is in its bitter cry.
Nation has stepped at the boundary of its pinch,
Yet the king and leaders do not back an inch.
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