Treasure Island

Kawa Karpo

(Lhasa)

Declaration


My body is made by iron
The iron has its own characters
sky is like a marble umbrella
Under that umbrella
I sought an orchard
In the orchard
I’ve considerable friends
My hair is made by silver
No one can destroy silver hair
I have no other possessions but you
Shrine knowledgeable brain
You held the flag of past stories
My pen is slothful Hammer
I write through tunnel of paper
Until I lost in a pristine land

Submitted: Monday, September 23, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013
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  • Gajanan Mishra (9/23/2013 8:46:00 PM)

    good write, thanks.
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