Bagawath Bhandari
Sheds of chocolaty countenance are a mere design of mine,
Where diamonds lie beneath the soul in eternal shine.
The faded colors of skin are symbols of a life well-lived,
Those moments of joy and glory, through my eyes, I glimpsed.
The cracked smile on the darkest lips is a sign of truth,
A junction of unspoken language, liberty in soothe.
The marked skin and scratched knees are evidence of good days,
Strolling through woods, brooks, and unending bays.
The darkest eyes are an epitome of passion and compassion,
Broken nails and uneven teeth—the best in fashion.
Wrinkled flesh and graying hair are mere signs of surviving,
A creased forehead and aching spine—an ironic icing.
The furry chest with a cardiac muscle beating for humanity,
Pulses with patience and strength for the cause of prosperity.
A tempting mind travels the universe but for a better cause,
Enveloping the language of unity, never of flaws.
I am me, and me is mine, like the deeply oscillating sea.
I am the poet of my dreams—do you even know me?
I shall trespass the fence of judgment and obscurity,
Torching the darkest channels of endurance in a lonely city.
Thy art of hatred and fear shall not intersect my roads,
For I have miles to travel, bagging my unending thoughts.
Thee—Lord of Heaven—must embrace my childish act,
As I take refuge in Thy asylum, counting my merits in fact.
-Bhutan
