Ryun Phuntsho Poems

So little pangs I have
of what i may cease to stop.
All beings, to it, dive and dash,
only the phoenix will rise from its ash.
...

The trebles of his equalising voice
fading through the grayish moon
i lie awake
before the dawn burst his talks of hope.
...

O' my soul, the fairy of heaven or more
Saddled shades on thine glowing face
Craves thou; of the mystified roar,
And of the shattering shivers screaming through the changing days.
...

Could i be
the Galloway of heaven.
for thee; the fallen angel,
the lone speck over the integrating tides.
...

Thou shall not contempt
the stooping religion; approaching Armageddon.
thou shall not with held
the ceremonious rituals; fatalistic death.
...

May i rise tomorrow
for not, her broken mirror
but a mended history,
aloof from all the wuthering tremors.
...