Parched Creek Poem by Dechen Doma Sherpa

Trust me he said, 'I'll never break your heart again'.
Hold me, he whispered, 'I'll never let you cry again'
Promises and disarming smiles broke my walls of fear again
He came like a rain and wiped out what was left of my faith.

Fooled twice in this treacherous game called Love
Not by those swindlers of words but my own incorrigible heart.
They were travellers and I a mere road side stream
I gave them my all, and hoped their thirst would quench.

My soul is scarred for life but not by their doing
For who could blame them, my silly naivety was too tempting
Lesson learnt and having payed my dues, my soul is left dried to death
To fill my brook, to save my soul, tears trickle timelessly.