sambhota wangpo Poems

I do not have such a sweet words
That she can hear from long distance. But
My spirit always turns towards her moon,
I forget to turn away from her moon beams.
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Wangpo is my name,
I am nothing changed, always the same.
I like to play guitar
I like to wear loose sweater.
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Sadly, Oh! Sadly
The walker on the lonely road walks.
He is a luggage on the hands of a poor coolie,
He is an ant on the road of an extreme lonely.
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A maiden on the owl-like goggles
Yesterday night really saw I.
Hanging with horn-rimmed goggles
Behind which were charming eyes;
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Folded our hands on the chest
Shut-down our eyes from the depth.
Chanting our mouth like a parrot
Is not a way of Buddhism.
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When I visited in Bir
I felt first the fear
Like a tiny mouse in a town
Surrounded by some cats of the brown
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