From Thimpu to Gelefu in Bhutan
The miniature of heaven
hewed of the Himalayas
is the serene Thimpu.
The green meads with flowers colourful
and the dazzling glacial peaks afar
catch our eyes enroute Gelefu.
The streaming water in the deep ravines
with roaring sounds of rush and gush
casts an alarming spell.
The blooming orange-orchards
and the frisking water-course downwards
feast our eyes with pleasure.
The monkeys carrying their little ones
slide to the end of the boughs,
swing and spring off and vanish.
Fraud, filth and fracas don’t we see.
The Bhutanese aren’t overstrung
as our men do with an ounce of wine. 18.
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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