Little Monk



Hard to carry a little heart
Choke to many tears happily
Living shade of the Buddha
Mom..having your memory

Like to sleep in your arms
Heard beauty in your voice
Like to eat by your hands
Taste in your rice & curry

Though am I little monk
Had most of dreams like
Can't behave like others
Spend my life ahead

Like to run,dance both
Singing song in a rhythm
Like to dress clothes mine
Buying as a coloured one

Oh..my mom can't those
Now I owned only robes
But hadn't any sad mine
I free from this ego

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