Tsheringg
By: Yiset . P.N
The red flowers that bloom
from her beginning
adjust her waist.
They caress her hips .
giving her an air of a south Asian Goddess.
Oh beautiful red dream!
—You remind me of the magical temple of
Tatsang that illuminates the heart of Bhutan.
Your kind heart is like
the gardens
And your words are kind like flowers.
You are like the fresh smell of a Himalayan poppy in mid-April.
By: Yiset. P.N
