When glimmer of hope lingers in bosom.


Numbness has engulfed
the tender bosom.
Sleep no more,
yells rain rattling at midnight,
moistening all arid soil.
And pleads...
Let your desiccated visage
kiss and drown
in brine,
and be fresh and bloom
like thirsty land.

Revolts my bosom
and says, why?
When spark of love
still lingers in ours heart.
Who knows! It might,
yes, it might blaze
and love sparkles again.

Poetry by Wangdi Gyalpo
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Written on 2010-05-06 at 15:21

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