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Shall I Compare You To the Winter Sun

When a leaf hung from bough or none at all,
The sun runs at the pace of cheetah, 
And the moon travels at the velocity of a snail,
The darkness holds the world longer than before.
The razor-sharp mountain's peak creams with snowflakes,
Like a white chocolate piping swirled over dark mocha,
Stream and bogs freeze into icicles,
So trees, shrubs, and bushes were feared by tyranny winter,
The whole universe droops in sadness,
But the tyranny winter feels no remorse,
Standing tall and high stares at and smiles.
How beautifully, the merciful sun throws it's a beam,
How gently, the pitiful sun drives snows from mountain's peaks,
How happily, the trees, shrubs, and bushes rise and beam, 
How dazzling  sun washes away melancholy of all,
So I ask you, shall I be your winter sun?

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Fate of Rose

The fairest creature I, in the garden of the blossoms,
My scarlet visage overweighs the evil of thorny vesture,
In my dwelling, an unheard hymn the sparrows sing of,
Melodies of praise stacked up like hay in the hayfield,
A charming and so seductive I am in the eyes of theirs, 

 
So devoted followers, often the heart of gold I encounter,
Decollate I, gently with bare hand amongst the legion of flowers,
Plunges in the bottle and in the altar before statues I stand,
Aromatic incense wafting and sinking in my tinged petals, 
Wilt and dust I, inhaling and harking to prayers of faithful souls, 


Glorious days of life, so beautiful and gilded with lustre, 
A couple plod in the blinking of the fair moon of fond house,
Behead I by the boy and offer me to his charming lady,
Lonely days of lady, tug me out of the embossed casket, 
Stares so deeply and sips fragrance of mine so sweetly. 


Oh! Days are not so unkind sometimes of my patron,
So harshly drag I, tears oozing from the shore of her sea,
A scant of my scent she drinks not nor gives a fond gaze,
A petal by petal scatters my feathers on the floor of so much detest,
Tramples upon me, and hails at me of woe inflicted by him,
Mistress of the garden I,  joy and melancholy of living souls.

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Captive Fawn

Yesterday, in the meadows with comrades, dewy cloverleaves I nibbled,
Kneaded with hoofs, as galloped in euphoria hither and thither,
In a free, safe, and worthy world of utopia, my life flew off,
With companions gobbling cloverleaves and galloping bethink now, 


Enclosed by lattice, so dry and thorny stalks weaved in thousands of eyes,
A worn and torn cypress, sulking under the azure heaven,
Neither cloverleaf nor cowslip to munch, pricky grasses instead,
Round and round scamper I within, my lonely soul escaping outside, 


Afar, meadow and wilderness so green and opulent,
Beads of dews mingling upon, rolling on and sliding off,
Of my kind, devouring and whispering a blithe song to cloverleaves,
Galloping like a triumph of abduction I from the meadow, 


My forlorn bell raising loud and louder in the zoological garden,
Pious living souls or saints to hear my call and companions to rescue,
Peering through the lattice, so blue and hollow my eyes sink inside,
Furs are forsaking my populous body to leave barren, 


A day or two, they shall not miss the melody that I sang,
Neither they will know where I went, but believe I am there,
Their world so tired and battered of no entertainment,
Marvel so deeply where I elude with no trace of spoor, 


Wander in the venture of the entertainer to rainbow their world,
In the zoological garden flatten I in the verge of last breath,
Friends outside the lattice that part our world; freedom and captivity,
I shall bell for liberation for once, breathe no more afterward. 


Thank you


  - Thinley UT Jamtsho
  
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My Feeling Is Inconstant

Trust or mistrust, my heart afflicted with the disease of love, 
The love that brims the feeling in waves of fluctuation,
The affection that soars up in heaven and drills down an abyss,
Staying love in constant is not my heart's complexion,
World of moderation, nurtured and raised I, yet resistance to alteration.

Lady, profess not your love because my heart is untameable,
Nor I can comprehend though I contemplated much for change,
More than tears my heart hurts sometimes, of unfindable reasons,
And the saddest spot in the globe is nowhere, but in my heart,
Inscrutable I, to receive and take your love is; abhor blunder.

Lady, you pure and fair as wings of the fairest butterfly, 
I, the blossom of the bush, trampled by every living souls with hatred,
I deserve not even what I owe, so I shall not entitle your love, 
Leave! Spread your wings and take a venture, as rose and lotus await you,
I am ruined and withered already, so ere conversion of me, leave

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Confessor, Winter Wind

Blow, blow, you unfeeling winter wind,
Cruel, wicked you are,
Numberless leaves you pluck so harshly,
Clothesless you make them unkindly,
As mercy is not enthroned in your heart,
Oh! How truthful you are,
You're inward alike as your outward shows,
Poisoned soul with devilish appearance,
You are not a deceiver but a revealer,
You hide none as a living soul does,
How living souls smile through the heart is poisoned,
How they speak gently though inside fury sparks,
How they laugh sweetly though sadness dwells beneat the chest,
Trying to impress others they live,
And in the graveyard they reach truth being unrevealed,
Oh! Humans try not wearing two faces.