Gardening the Bhutanese Way

Monday, August 19, 2013

The Plea

I stroll my path towards East,
And I tread my journey towards West,
But I have only an urge to be met;
To be hoarded in the burrows of your heart.

I encountered millions on the journey of my life,
And I slid a glance into thousands,
But so vivid a conclusion have I drawn;
None have the clandestine charm that you do in your eyes.

Now I lay here with a plea to be made,
A wish to be granted,
A dream to be fulfilled;
To be encapsulated in the warmth of your love,
To be sealed inside the boundary of your affection,

And to be trapped inside the cage of your heart for eternity.


  1. A brilliant piece, Tashi. I can see him readily agree to your plea. Be patient. Distance is the barrier for now. :)

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