Repent For The Innocence Poem by Phurpa Lhamo

Gone are those days when we used to breath fresh pine trees
Gone are those days when we used to herd our cows with bliss
Gone are those moments when we used to listen to the song
Of the mysterious bird that made us wonder for so long

The magic we felt being there with our herd in those woods
Made my heart swing to and fro with the moods
The loss of that innocence shatters my heart to pieces
Making it hard for me to understand any of the species

This heart of mine is filled with doubts for persistence
That always questions me for my existence
For I feel the emptiness leaving me lonely
Despite of me being surrounded by my kins closely

I feel like I am drowning in the sea of darkness
That engulfs me with sadness of me lifeless
I have lost focus and the meaning of life is wiped
With the purity of my heart being sipped

By the gnawing cruelty that I got with being literate
Where I sometimes wish to be illiterate
Then I would know less of this thing called desire
That keeps on burning in my heart like a fire.

I would be that innocent little girl
Feeling fortunate and content to be a cowgirl.
Breathing in the fresh pine tress
And herding her cows with the heart in bliss

Courteously Anna25/12/2012: 3PM