String Of Memories Poem by Jigmet Angmo

Load of it brought me to ground again,
pricked my soul, drenched me as a whole.
Lionized one may become, thumped voice,
Hearing to the tone, spirits flee away at once.
In dreary survival I hold glory intact to my life.

Revived memories of the snappy past,
clouded with the dry and misty dust.
Gloomy days, now I live till the very end,
Sacred shrines of the unseen is a mirage.

Fake it! You ought to believe, no one else,
the real you stand out of all the rest of ua virtuals.
Angesl of the heaven remain cold to ua blood,
Hire the devil, and burn the string of memories.

The memoies hard to forget and harder to keep,
With vivid backgrounds of the time bygone.
String of memories you ruined me outta blue,
Here m bleeding' n ua laughing out loud.