Mark out – a poem by Tshering Zangmo

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Mark out
In this evil samsara,
I can sense the sarcasm of wicked:
Where things aren’t as anticipated;
Let everything heal of oneself.
Waking up in contemporary era,
Abundance of technological advances
Making things easier to work,
Nothing remain permanent, it goes like stream.
Flawing in dreamland,
Desiring a object, which can’t be stand
Overcoming obstacles in painful memory
Pursuing remarkable thoughts out of thought.
Finding out of dramatic earthy land,
Creating quietude mindset of sentiments
Evacuate from conflict spaces,
Let happiness appear throughout happiest.
©Tshering Zangmo
®All copyrights reserved,2020

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