O! Blank page, you stare at me yet again!
Open and embracing, you invite me yet again!
Child in me amused and wondered
O! My play, what shall I make you tell?
You are as free as the clear endless sky
Vast, beholder of boundless possibilities
Let my imagination fly in your embrace
O! My friend, what shall I make you tell?
You are as amusing as Adams’s eve
Simple, keeper of doubtless faith
Let me defy myself in your bosoms
O! My love, what shall I make you tell?
You are as chaste as heaven’s conch Shell
Pure, possessor of endless potencies
Let me be nurtured and grow in your lap
O! My mother, what shall I make you tell?
I would limit you, bind you to a story or a tale
I would stain you, soil you in black and white
Some would doubt you, question you of hope or fear
O! My Blank Page, Gyalpo would be thankful to you
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