Bouquet of worship I

-For Pandora,for Tukuli,for Aurora, for Tshering

For the muses’ charm I look,

For the glint of hope in words

Ornately in marred melody woven,

Such saddest pain from past,

Of romance, of home, of innocence lost

Trickle from the darkest labyrinth,

And every drop a tearful word

Anointed to a rhythm of pensive pity

Oh! Pandora! Pandora!

Your padlock frees your prisoner,

Locks me within

The endless words of poetic victory.

I read to repose on every artistic line

Weighed in amusing wisdom of a seer,

Discreet and daringly keen;

Fragranced in enchanting humour

To bring lesson and laughter laced

In philanthropy, in the humane ways,

Every doleful soul will hail,

Such precision, such erudition

Of the Godly gift well exploited

Oh! Tukuli! TukuliI

Your heart brims with winsome wonder

Upon men chained in daily dally,

Gloriously reminds the celestial virtues

Beneath life’s travails

And toneless trials.

I peek to the northern wink to rejoice

The vault of poetic verses,

A stream of envying essay comes

Like an avalanche,

Smooth and silent it begins

Carving romance in gentle strokes,

Painting nature in kaleidoscopic beauty;

In poignant tragedy flows those painful moments,

As joy laughs aloud from every gentle words,

Oh! Aurora! Aurora!

What eyes and ease you have

For flawless fantasy;

And timeless talent lives to brew

Grandious art to heal souls of all ages.

I await for the newest companion

To walk me to mystic sojourns

Paved in passionate proses,

This winter into her fairy farm

To repose in the scribe’s meadows

Bountiful with ageless blossom,

And I shall lull to deathless sleep

In the warmth and salubrious embrace,

Oh! Tshering! Tshering!

You ferry me into my doldrums’ days,

With your gift of magical potion

From whence I shall drink yet again.