Coming In my dream,
Is really a yummy cream,
To remind what you taught,
Gathering for a daily thought.
Begging food from me,
To whom you provided in free,
Asking the support to walk,
to whom you guided to talk.
Shedding tears ruefully,
Whose you dried carefully,
Without having self concern,
Giving god a chance to warn
God has taken the next step,
Leaving me and all asleep,
Wondering not about your absence,
But longing for your presence
Every drop of my tear,
Pleads to make you much dear,
Every beat of my heart,
Gathers to build your art
Want to sit near you,
Want you feed your dough,
Which was what you wanted more,
With willingness from inner core
but not in my dream please!
Since your hardship doesn’t please,
The heart of your granddaughter,
Who now do not like the laughter.
Your soul is with me,
Though the body is not found,
Things are at home as it is,
But heart breaking to touch in ease.
Wished for you betterment,
Prayed for your enlightenment,
Seems nothing is true,
And got not even a clue.
After all it’s not the pencil,
Which draw the image of utensil,
But the clever fate,
Which outlined the life till date.
Dechen Lhamo
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Lovely piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely brought forth in beautiful rhyme scheme from the heart with conviction. An insightful poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Dechen.
Thank you for reading the poem...It's inspiring.