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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