Horizon Lost

Poem By Khampa Boy

Storm clouds roll in again and again
Till the snow high drift is utterly slain
Light and laughter began to fade
My world is now captured in shade

Lost our mother, drifting through the rain
In death, in heartbreak, in fear and in pain
Dreamy snow panorama, gone over the mountains
Over the desert and finally sank in shady fountains

From horizon to horizon I have reached
A thousand miles away from the home breached
From here to nowhere I can fly
For mist and fogs covered is the sky

Dozen a year I have never seen
The hoary mother once a virgin queen
Couldn’t even dare of viewing her slim green
Because nothing is same as she had been

Now I’m a blind even though I can see
And a vagabond where I should not be
As lost is the horizon in dark
That none is seeing my own mark

Now my vision seem to have faded
And my worn feet feel jaded
Yet even reach never to the heavenly dome
I will walk the long road home

Comments about Horizon Lost

..now i am blind even though i can see...and a vagabond where i shud not be... ..as lost is the horizon in the dark.... ...wonderful words...loved this poem brother... ..am sure one day u will walk ur way home..
Great poem, great vision. Loved the fact that after everything, home is always best place to be.10/10
Light and laughter began to fade My world is now captured in shade
good story telling...good rhymes...the beats get choppy in parts but over all well put...
Wow! What a great storyteller you project, it seems all is complete of what will be the next life if things go wrong... You have captured the real meaning of days to come... I felt proud of what you wrote....Great Poem in this century...God bless...rated 10 +++

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