Methinks
My eyes were sitting on a stone
Dangling feet from their own limbs
Gazing through the hearts of men
Like rust of clouds in the setting eve.
No men's heart have met a joy
No men's heart a bliss;
Jealous eyes were fed with greed
And fame a peak of pride.
Copyright © Choning Dorji | Year Posted 2015
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