Gardening the Bhutanese Way

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Be My Valentine



Fate has endowed me with a glimpse of hint,
To make my choice,
To decide my destiny.
And so have I trod my bare feet
Upon thy lush meadow.

Feared was I for the prickly sting.
Reluctant was I for the unfathomable destiny.
Assailed was my mind with skeptics.
Frightened was I for the bleak landscape,
That would lie before me.
Hunted was I by the sounds,
Of my own feet lurching through the maze.
Shattered was I for the forlornly state of being.
The probable perils had my further move tethered.

But determined was I to stroll further.
For if I risk nothing,
I would have or be nothing too.
No matter how impetuous my decision was,
My sensual urgency had my act of will exercised.

I waddled until I stood with my eyes into yours.
The very sight of whom had my eyes blinded.
The very words of whom had my heart melted.
The very first time I spotted you, have I discovered
A cozy and the most secure place to be in henceforth.
So would you let me dwell
In your heart for the rest of my life?

For this very special man who is far enough
To be described in any sense,
Had my senses hypnotized,
I am at your command, my love.
But never let go off me.

I thank God for the glimpse of direction.
Appreciate myself for the shrewd decision.
But how should I pay homage to the man
Who enlightened my world of being with happiness?
For you are the sole motive behind my existence and joy.

If I happen to perish now,
I would have my soul wander
In the realms of samsara,
For not having stepped on thy lush lawn,
And for not having valued thy aesthetic meadow.

Now, with my two hands clasped into one,
I have a humble request to be made,
“Be my Valentine, my love.
Be my soul mate for eternity”. 

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