This poem was composed when I got ragging in class 11. I found it in my old diary.

Agonizing physically and mentally
Over mountains,rivers and vales
Came Knocking the door at ZHSS
Joining the friends in the school.

How much at a glance came there
For calling our misfortunes errors
And to amend and vanish there
Commanding to start new life together

My heart is tittered when I feel
Came all around disappointing
As if rounding the enemy's heel
That's made him dull and silence.

Dislocating peaceful mind now
Heart is full of thicker blood
From my lips words can't flow
Taming self not to grumble.

My heart freezes when I think
That was origin of the generation
By now peace grows to take
All the pain and inglorious mystery.

Looking back over given fear
That's wonderful memory in life
The wonder I didn't see at once
But understand not to mind
Those are part of society life.

Native Land

Today I was just going through my old diary of 2004 when I was in class 11 at Zhemgang HSS and found two poems written by me. So to record it I am jotting here.

A land of beautiful mountains,
Where the first ray of sun soothes,
In everyone's heart.
The rivers flows down the,
Black mountains and dense forest,
Appears in my dream.

People here are free and frank,
Love and affection is what they meant, 
Lives in tranquility.
Birds are flying over those green hills,
Cheerful are they, singing in joy,
Beholds in my sleep.

The peerless sunset over the peaks,
Mesmerize the visitors like facades,
Lives in peace and amity.
Cold breeze everywhere,
I lay around and wonder why,
But love my native land.

The memories of those scenery,
Would enlightened my soul,
As my life fades away.
Can I find eternal peace and love,
Somewhere, some how in my country,
You are only the gift,
For we the Bhutanese. 

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