FADING PATH

In POETRY by Dawa Dhundup1 Comment

What inglorious time did provoke my fall,
That joys are confined and cheerless soul,
Now cries for retreat to merry lands,
Could someone drag those praying hands.

Eyes so corrupt were once of your lad,
Now dies to see a glimpse of glad,
Some flaw did ruin me cherished day,
And cursed me down for so long stay.

My words are wounded by sinful sound,
And instinct to commit has lost its bound,
I plea for no more stay in place,
Where dwells no love and neither bless.

How long will take to travel back,
To reach the home by early track.

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Dawa Dhundup

Dawa Dhundup

We don't read and write poetry because it is cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of human race. And the human race is filled with passion. Medicine law business engineering : these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry beauty romance love - these are what we stay alive for. - Dead poets society. My thoughts are neutral towards thing I don't understand, like religion. I find it very complicated. I am a simple Buddhist in a state of constant learning and trying to practice the basic Buddhist philosophy of being compassionate, kind, and peaceful. And I strongly believe in Karma. I believe Buddhism is a philosophy of life and not a religion.

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