Sherab Nyingpo
Some fragments of my love poem. Oh!! My beloved waning moon, It’s sure, my end is coming soon. Wait me till tomorrow afternoon To see my heart lies in old bed room. In the dark emptiness core of my heart sky, You entered; you entered like great intelligent spy, Blazed cold lights as moon shavers lights in the sky, And defeated all twinkling stars and let them cry. From the day I discovered my feeling of love, I sealed-my-lips and tot up your name all above. When you keep flying from my heart nest as dove, I promised myself to search you all over the globe. Love: the colossal feat, The figment not concrete, The power pilot of defeat, Without it considered incomplete. Love: the virus on everyone’s lips, The promise, the secret one has to keep, The fragrant phoenix always peeps From window-eyes and reveals the feelings of heart-deep.
Dec 2, 2015 6:50 AM