As the morning sun jumps up above the eastern mountains
And the roosters still singing their last melodies
It's when the Chimneys blow away the milky smoke
And the colors come into live with rays of light
It's she who opens my eyes to be awakened
The spring through my eyes is neither blessed with flowers
Nor with the greenery of budding trees
It's her hairs and face that create my Spring blossoms
Flowers and buds sprout as she smiles and
the tears of splendor nurturing their lives
Her power creating lives of spring is magnificent
It's this magnificence my heart craves for throughout the days
As the swirling wind kisses the mystery of nature
And the blossom and greenery dance in the emptiness of space
Swishing melody comes and vanishes with the sprint of times
Neither the buzzing of bees nor the chirping of birds is sweet
Unless her miraculous lips sing aloud amidst the nature
It's her voice the bees love to mimic and the birds modify their songs
The unforgettable humming and melody then spread throughout
Her enchanting voice mesmerizing those creatures is marvelous
It's this marvel that my lips wanted to share with throughout the days
Published by Tshering Dendup
I am from a humble background from eastern corner of the land of thunder dragon, Bhutan. I am a proud Bhutanese and Buddhist. Currently, I am a Young Doctor, completed undergraduate course in Bachelor of Medicine and Bachelor of Surgery(MBBS) from Sri Lanka.
Writing is not sole interest but I use it as a platform to grow myself psychologically and emotionally. Whenever I am in either of the emotional extreme, I come here and let my feelings to get some life forever.
I love this world 🌎 in which we are exposed to various challenges. Face it whether you can or cannot but the results will follow after you accordingly.
Enjoy my World 🌎
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