Thursday, August 25, 2011

"Memory of love never dies"



The chirping of bird has halted
In succession of river has paused
The downpour has stopped
But the sun was shinning upon the sky.

No sound of birds
Under the bough of tree
Stand and still
Oh! Imagine if Lhazin is flying over my mind.

Love does terminate
But memory residue evermore
Water of pound is as pure as crystal clear
But running was full of grime.

Atmosphere was full of calm
In the heart of meadows ground
Oh! My lad, my kindness
Where is your voice of love?
                                    
                  Written by: Lhendup Chejay

Wednesday, August 24, 2011