Duff may be my presence,
Puff may u, our distance,
Dwindle will the wound,
Handle will the pain around.
Tears never will be,
Bear will I in glee
Perhaps, force to efface
Mishaps, too your face.
Alone I’m in silent room,
Be gone is wanted your loom
Though it’s my mind’s fallacy,
Tough it is, creating heart vacancy.
Single was my birth,
Wangle not to wiggle for mirth,
For I know, fatuous the mind,
Poor will the heart to wind.
Duff may be my presence,
Puff may u, our distance,
Dwindle will the wound,
Handle will the pain around.
Tears never will be,
Bear will I in glee
Perhaps, force to efface
Mishaps, too your face.
Alone I’m in silent room,
Be gone is wanted your loom
Though it’s my mind’s fallacy,
Tough it is, creating heart vacancy.
Single was my birth,
Wangle not to wiggle for mirth,
For I know, fatuous the mind,
Poor will the heart to wind.
Dechen Lhamo
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well tried dear keep on going ahead nice to read