Tsewang Dorjee Poems

This poem is dedicated
To my beloved mother
Lakpha chokey.
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Love is poison
Merge with passion
When it slips,
From cunning lips
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Easy to grow
Easy to flow
Tears
Easy to wife
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Oh my God! I would have been
The happiest of all!
If I embedded with ignorance,
Blindness, deaf and dumb tall
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Oh! Thank God…
Temple bells ringing,
On bough, birds singing
I open my eyes, smiling
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How precious and sweet?
Tender and sensitive,
Delicious and delicate
“I love you”
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Chair…
that belongs to,
Prime minister,
is a chair.
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She is as dear as budding lotus.
She is as dear as fairyland lass.
Her heart as gentle as divine heart,
She is all in one in all heart.
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Rosy lips with golden hair,
Flying in the fair weather,
Looks like and angle
Not anymore show her anger,
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Scarlet plumb,
Scene of dawn;
Splendid lips hum,
Infinite love and fun,
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