Dream Poem by Dechen Doma Sherpa

At midnight i woke up to my infant's cry
I nursed my flesh and blood with a lullaby
I held her to my heart and wandered in my thoughts
To the places and people where our kinds are silenced for pride.

I shudder at the thought of the fate a baby girl brings,
A tear and a sigh escapes from my heart as my child grins.
I do a silent prayer for the lost souls and lives unlived,
I kiss my daughter and once again thank God for the life that we recieved.

I sit by the cradle and watch my soul grow within her,
Her small features so innocently resembling me in the mirror.
I wonder for the roles she will play in near future,
A daughter, sister, friend and lover, wife and a mother. Life lived in full circle.


I wake up from my dream with a hazy memory,
Of a bed, lights, masked men and a fear deep inside.
I come to my senses and find my dream a haven from the hell around me,
I feel the emptiness inside me, while they bundle my Soul and hurry to dispose IT.