Scattered Dreams Poem by Wangchat konyak

Life is but a sweet sorrow
That gives me an immense pain;
It's a tormented gift from earth-
A disaster from the world;
A slave to my own desire;
And a bitter lie of existence.

My grief is worth lamenting
And joy - a least satisfying.
Beneath clear sky, anguish prevails,
Often I lay despondent and weary,
Submerged with adversity;
Detached and mystified upon life.

To that fancy dreams I seek-
And longs to travel across the bay,
And wish to dig hidden truth out;
But my dreams are scattered everywhere;
And I could not grip one among them.

By Wangchat Konyak.