But, I'm Happy

Life has taken bizarre waft.
Yes, has taken...
foreign direction.
Commenced it first
with distortion of
my interior design,
giving it a look
a strange one.
Seems someone else's room.
Tables flocked with:
calcium, iron tablets,
horlicks, wiper, and so on...
The one that used to
swarmed with astray,
cigarette packs, lighters,
and yes, beer.
But, I'm happy.
Little angel has bloomed.

AllOut is to out...
But, the funniest part is...
AllOut itself is out
due to load shedding...
Ha! Ha!

Vampires suck...
suck my blood.
But, I'm happy
as it's contented
with mine alcoholic blood
leaving my little angel

Legs ache
due to over standing
in queue for water
in the only tap
after day's exhaustion
visiting groceries.
But I'm happy,
as my little angel's glimpse
rejuvenates me
bestowing strength
of a fresh day
although monotonous clock
has pronounced...

Fatigued eyes of mine
revolt not to open
in dawn
due to sleepless night,
and body hesitates
to rise...
got to burn
and to add another layer of darkness
in scorching summer's rage.
But I'm happy
as my little angel is

Though I am no longer I
that used to exist.
But, I'm happy.
Yes, I'm happy.

Why shouldn't I be happy?
After all, I'm PAPA now.

28th April 09. 10.30 p.m.

Poetry by Wangdi Gyalpo
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Written on 2009-05-07 at 10:15

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Congratulations! It certainly is a life change :-)

Elle x