Executed Paachu Poem by Tashi Penjor

My beauty of the past,
I cherish but I cry.
Dumb founded and blind,
Robotic of a kind.
Are you really a kind, human kind? ? ?

Raging and rolling,
Twisting and splashing,
Bold and brave, piercing the giant.
Soothingly I sing,
The rhythm of my being,
Climbing the top, voicing who I am.

Thanks to my blood,
The character I portrait,
Adore, openhanded me,
Bowed and obeyed as you say,
You quench, you cook, you wash,
You left me stained and executed.

I rise as a wind,
As a dew, as a cloud,
As the ray, to sing a lay.
A message, to make you known,
You are brutal, slaughtered me into dirt.