Tenzin Choten Khampa
The Poet! ! - Poem by Tenzin Choten Khampa
With the passing of days,
i pass each day as it is my last,
Like a poet i write,
To express what i have inside me, I want to see what my subconscious mind thinks about life,
I want it to speak what is required.
When i look behind,
I think of the days which reminds me of my days of glory,
I know time will pass like a wave
When it wipes away even the words written on the sand
So what is life?
It will also pass.....
One has to die alone taking
No one along,
Whoever takes life seriously will never get the happiness
Each day i think about birds flying in the sky,
Thinking What is the limit to their existence?
Each page i write i think i should tear it off,
Not because it is senseless,
But it is worthless,
Who will read my part of story
When you get so many good stories to read,
And all are worth reading,
Am i really a poet?
Am i really immature that i can't take certain decisions at the right time
What are decisions?
Can someone explain it to me?
What is the point of being happy?
When you are not getting anything that you deserve.
I keep asking these questions to myself
Thinking someday someone would answer and understand me
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