Sweet spring swing and young yearning years
Memories reminded by sudden gust of faint wind chimes
Those years when foreigners, friends and foes played together
Lost innocence, insurance and inane discourse of life

Three friends have i lost till then to this world
One in the race of resit report cards, my first loss
Second to the broken home's estranged engrossed enrage
The third to a pyscho's lovelorn lusty lynching

Three beautiful lives culminating in violent ends
Three angels tortured, neglected and ravaged
Three noose tempted, manufactured and forced
Swings of life stole my smile, from swing to swing they flew away

Dechen Doma Sherpa

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