VICTIMIZED

 

 

I spy from my little eye

Do you see the truth 

Or do you see a lie

Emotions spiraling into a glittery high

My fingers stroke my lips as I wonder why

As I gaze in a daze into a world that 

never ceases to amaze my craze 

I get lost in this traditional haze

Where men like cattles graze 

where they are lead I wonder in my head 

As I go to sleep in my bed I wonder 

If you realize what lies behind these shadowy eyes

POEM BY ( NORBU GURUNG, TILICHO KALA )