My Kind of Town
In the world of our reality
Abounds too much bitterness
Let us come to Thimpu
For dews of peace and grace
Green hills surround the cool town
All day long multitude of birds
Blue shadow envelopes our mind
Before Buddha swords calm down
Happy faces of children and grown ups
Handsome flute in their eyes
No much hustle and bustle
Peace-laced liquor in small wine cups
Hill allures the amorous cloud
Clouds embrace the hungry hill
Lovely lovemaking plays out
Crazy turns our cerebral quill
The town sits amidst the vales
In clusters on various slopes
Cottages full of light blue tales
Life in crimson hopes
The capital of Bhutan
Thimpu, the town where
Braids of moonlit woman
Sway in moon-mixed air
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5/1/2016
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