Poetry

MY LOST ANGLE

Shedding tears of sadness
For our feelings were all in vain;
One has brought disappointment
To my heart's door.
As I wipe teardrops from my eyes,
My sick heart bears the pain.
She plays with my emotion like a toy,
Whilst I earnestly plight the troth,
And sent my senses reeling,
She is jolly by appearance
And playful at heart: I've regret I've been misled
I gave all my heart to her
But in the end, betrayed I have earned.
I don't want to rise in love no more,
Or fall that way again;
For all we get is simply pain.

Kezang Dawa from BHUTAN