A Drop of Tear From My Master
In the mournful days of human life,
No thing is to last to the last,
The cheerful ray that lightens our day,
No sooner shall it turn its back and darken our days.
I, without any fear I dare,
I dare to spill the beans of deadly life,
No thing is so certain, but death!
So is the bitter truth of living life.
We live as if we never are to die,
We enjoy the joy as if there’s no word as Grief,
We depart with the loved ones with a hope to meet again,
Act as if we are so sure to rule over one’s breath.
But now, to those who knows and dares,
To face and accept my words,
shall live his life creating a bright moment,
At which everyone shall think back and drop tears of joy.
And I am to drop my tears of joy soon,
Having knowing you, I consider not luck but fate,
Having learnt from you, I consider not gain but bless,
So I now pray before you..
May I get to see the light that enlightened me again,
but If I ever fail to save my final breath before anyone,
So sure I am, My words shall succeed to bring a tear ,
A tear from you, A tear of memory, A tear of joy.
The joy which we once ruled as one…..
Copyright © Gyempo Wangyell | Year Posted 2016
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