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born in Tibet, exiled at five, grew up in India.)

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A Killer Buddhist

My apology
Sincerely I am,
My dear
Mom, dad, child,
Friend, lover and guru
In lives before
In lives after
As Buddhism preach.
When you die
Under my slap
For a dropp of my blood
My moment pleasure
Turns into grief next
Only if your bite
Is as soft if not as
Sweet as Helens lips
Would all of would I let
Over me to feast.
No funeral to offer
No magic to resurrect you
Only my sincere prayer
‘Om Mani Pad Me Hun'*
As you lie there dead
Ready to born again
As my child, may be.

*(Om Mani Pad Me Hum is a tibetan word; Buddhism mantra)

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