Gone are those days when we used to breath fresh pine trees <br />Gone are those days when we used to herd our cows with bliss <br />Gone are those moments when we used to listen to the song <br />Of the mysterious bird that made us wonder for so long <br /> <br />The magic we felt being there with our herd in those woods <br />Made my heart swing to and fro with the moods <br />The loss of that innocence shatters my heart to pieces <br />Making it hard for me to understand any of the species <br /> <br />This heart of mine is filled with doubts for persistence <br />That always questions me for my existence <br />For I feel the emptiness leaving me lonely <br />Despite of me being surrounded by my kins closely <br /> <br />I feel like I am drowning in the sea of darkness <br />That engulfs me with sadness of me lifeless <br />I have lost focus and the meaning of life is wiped <br />With the purity of my heart being sipped <br /> <br />By the gnawing cruelty that I got with being literate <br />Where I sometimes wish to be illiterate <br />Then I would know less of this thing called desire <br />That keeps on burning in my heart like a fire. <br /> <br />I would be that innocent little girl <br />Feeling fortunate and content to be a cowgirl. <br />Breathing in the fresh pine tress <br />And herding her cows with the heart in bliss <br /> <br />Courteously Anna25/12/2012: 3PM<br /><br />Phurpa Lhamo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/repent-for-the-innocence/
