Dechen Doma Sherpa

Rookie - 84 Points (2nd july 1987 / Sikkim)

Dechen Doma Sherpa Poems

1. Crow's Feet 9/24/2012
2. Twinkle 9/28/2012
3. What Love Did 9/28/2012
4. Yearly Visit 9/28/2012
5. Sita Ya Sati 10/25/2012
6. Soul For A Bottle 10/25/2012
7. Mirror 10/28/2012
8. God And Globalisation 11/10/2012
9. Masquerade 7/5/2013
10. Saintly Sinner 7/8/2013
11. Resounding Reminiscence Of A Refugee 7/11/2013
12. Blessed Voyage 7/11/2013
13. Cup Of Tea 10/13/2012
14. Cold Desire 10/13/2012
15. The Man Called My Father 10/13/2012
16. World Apart 7/13/2013
17. Macabre Mosaic Mocking 12/13/2013
18. Of Joy That Kills 5/6/2014
19. I Do Love You 7/9/2014
20. Confession Of A Living Dead 9/1/2015
21. Dream 9/21/2012
22. Live Again 9/26/2012
23. The Man I Killed 9/26/2012
24. My Running Shoes 9/27/2012
25. Parched Creek 7/13/2013
26. Swing To Swing 10/15/2012
27. Screaming Silence 10/16/2012
28. Whisper 10/13/2017
29. Birthmark 10/13/2012
30. Shame For What? 9/23/2012

Comments about Dechen Doma Sherpa

  • Om Chawla Om Chawla (9/28/2012 12:11:00 AM)

    Keep the fire burning and channelise it productively. Wishing you all the very best in your efforts. Incidently I invite you to read my poems 'O Lord', A 'prayer' & 'O Priest' written by me some 57 years ago.

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Best Poem of Dechen Doma Sherpa

Shame For What?

Don't tell me why Life is unfair, mine's not yours to live
Judge me all you want, i simply don't care about it
All i did was to survive, i see no sin in it
I had a stomach to feed, charity was too expensive.

Death was not an option, i chose to live
Selling my body to save my soul its a deal i signed
M i unclean to sit by you? i wonder who sleeps with me?
Honour is a word too fake for me, what will it fetch me?

No shame in me will you find, no regret or repentence
What you do legally, i galdly offer in exchange of money
Purity is the state of mind, i m a...

Read the full of Shame For What?


I stutter and can not remember my name.
Its been long since I heard my coarse voice.
My soul dreads the echo of my heart,
Its rhythemic thumping makes sure I remain deaf.
I try to speak but words betray me,
'I am Fine' is all I can whisper to queries.
I hide behind books and music
Polite conversations rips my soul apart.

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