Monday, August 10, 2015

Far Beyond Behind that Hill

Far away in the distant hill
The golden red sun lies still
Making the sky appear lesser blue
With the shades of light red hue.

Far down into the depths of these hill
The bluish green river flows until
Joining into the great sea
And loses it's value of originality.

Alone am I here enjoying these beauty
The wind gushes through the same old tree
And gently swift across my face
 Never again forgetting to give me solace.

Far beyond behind that hill
Some unexplored world exist as I feel
Where age-old culture and tradition is still not lost
And happiness and tranquility is at it's true utmost
Untouched and untamed by modernisation
There exist, to me, my true Bhutanese nation.