Yearning Poem by Phurpa Wangdi

I have spent my life
But without living it
I have worked hard
Without achieving nothing.
I have planned things
My heart always wanted to do
I have dreamt dreams
And nothing ever came true.

Every where every one seems busy
Indulged in works of their own
Standing on a porch
I look at myself in my thoughts
With a gloomy face
I see myself crying
Tears brushing my cheeks
This life seems totally wasted.

Though lucky to be born
To have reached this far
My mind is a mad one
Everything I do becomes a waste
I have friends and they make me happy.
It is only you I am waiting for
You say you are my best friend.

Come and talk to me
For nothing assures me more than you
Heal this hardened heart
This heart that has yearned for years
Let it rest of its constant galloping.
Free of of this sorrow
Even if for a minute
Make me happy
Teach me what this happiness is.