को सबै प्रकाशनहरु Lek pel । थिम्पू , भुटान
Letter from the distance,
Expressing my true love,
Tens of words with nonsense,
But beautiful lines like a dove.
Early morning if the sun rise,
It's nature that it sets in west,
But your true love never dies,
Giving the warmth love with the best.
If I happen to face any problems,
You were there always with solutions,
Clearing the bushes which was on my way,
And creating the best memories all the day.
Your Heart with the swing of true kindness,
Keeps me away from the world of sadness,
Like the Jonas in the novel of "The Giver",
Brought lights and colour for life long hour.
Guiding me to turn over the new leaf,
Was the best story to narrate for the person,
Powering to hear probably for the deaf,
And for blinds to imagine with best creation.
Like the unmovable large rocks on the soil,
Let your true love be precise on my heart of soul,
Crafting with inks on paper the story of dual,
Printing with imagination of our love achieving goal.
Second April...twenty twenty one.
Early six in the morning my phone boomed with the ring. I was not in the position to accept that. I rubbed my eyes hard which made my eye blur. I saw two blur colours green and red screening on the gadget, out of two I swiped up the green one. "Happy birth day Leki" a beautiful and soft voice of lady spoke out. "Thank you, so much" was my reply to her. Call ended and i was unable to do displacement to the sleep. So I switch on wifi. No sooner then messages screened on the phone. I clicked on that each and every messages. There were beautiful lines and wishes for me. Acknowledging to all the wisher time flowed to an hour. Sun started growing behind the peaks and without any invitation rays entered my room from the window and birds without permission started making beautiful tunes. i went for breakfast and enjoyed the taste of ingredients with hot cup of tea.
Class started for tourism fundamental II. Lesson was amazing about the beautiful attractions all over the world which made my minds to fly over that places. I along with class mates gathered at assembly ground wearing a jacket and masks. Soon bus turned a way to move. We entered and took a sit on the seat.
Bus accelerated down the roads featuring long and green trees through windows. Finally bus stoped at Jigme Namgyal pry school, we stepped out the exit door and marched inside through the gate. Dessups checked the fever pointing the machine. Further lined up to register for the vaccine. After many steps i was finally at the vaccination room. I was glad that i was the very first person amongst the mates to receive the corona virus vaccine. A sharp pointed nails screwed through the cells of my skin. Mentally I thanked our Majesty for the blessings he gave to all the bhutanese in this situation. I did not felt any pain from that vaccine but I felt helpless who had. Thirty minutes being in the observation room without any symptoms i felt safe from getting virus. I walked directly to the room and took a sleep hoping for the best form next hours.
I ate cakes when i was with parents and received many memorable gifts but my turning 19 gift was unique and great ful even more.
Thank you your majesty for the gift.
I got life saving vaccine on my birth day how lucky I am...
Proud of being Bhutanese!!!
Fictional last lovers note....
We felt in the soul of millions love,
Like a cloud stream got from dove,
Shared our truth without a single drop,
Trusted duo but suddenly life cropped.
We shared off to our parents,
But left our words in barren,
Without thinking of our heaven,
Life proceeded meeting for short like Raven.
Yummy Cream of life went down,
Started to think I had lost my crown,
From the societies of the amazing town,
Now I see beautiful nature's widely brown.
Thinking about the memorable past,
I could still manage to continue till last,
But now it is miles enough so my brain blast,
With many though I walk away with the trust.
Lovers may roll down their thousand cry,
But I know It will soon lead to perfect dry,
Just with say "died for his love" without a try,
Being in true love which could make you fly.
Turning over a new leaf from the world,
Shaking legs to make my new life bright,
With hook or crook I should be bold,
To get down to normal unlike past destiny.
Let our decision not lead others in negativity,
We are doing for our love being subjectivity.
Be at right track and follow positivity,
If the amazing world become objectivity.
Have a good reading...