Tenzing Palyon Poems

Who can understand the pains of my solitude?
In this mysterious self-hearted land.
None, but I with similar magnanimous fortitude,
Can partake in my mute solemn band.
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The roads look fresh and unendingly long,
Cooler the wind and its fragrance strong.
Back to Wordsworth age I belong,
Where nature was praised with natural song.
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Like every man with different face,
Nurtured richly under its motherly grace,
with innocent dreams and without aspiration trace,
Did he ran his first poetic race.
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No longer did you feel the root of my heart,
that you broke the petals of my emotions.
On the annual second quarter, your arrival
do I always stretch my leaves like hand in wanting.
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