MIGHTY FATE

In POETRY by Dawa Dhundup1 Comment

The Potala Palace, Lhasa, Tibet.

With whom shall I share my enduring pain,
decades are gone, but my hopes were in vain.
No mortal has suffered such river of tears
where I always swim with aching fears.

Paradise on Earth was named my country
and no words suffice to praise its beauty.
Fragrant paths greets the traveling band,
in peace I cherished this mighty land.

But, how fatal was fate that destined to fray
the land now ruined and lost in betray.
What flaw confirmed the fall of our lands
that brutally slaved and chained pity hands.

Some diehards were born, but soon they’re razed,
many lives slaughtered and many more caged.
Though crying is heard that insists, please be fair,
perhaps no wind can feel the fading air.

Buds are now grown to lofty woods,
but beauty is blurred in the fog of the rude.
Snow turns to rivers and sea, as in fate,
but the ray of my hope has vanished not yet.

Mila Mountain, 5000 m above sea level in Tibet.

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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.

Featured image of Yamdrok Lake. All photos by Cong Yu, Chongqing, China

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