Biography of Kezang Dawa
My name is Kezang Dawa i am from BHUTAN presently i am working as driver in Bhutan Corporation limited, my qualification is only 8th standard. I have to stop my study due to of my father death in 1997. My hobby is to write simple Poem, story, article, jock, riddle. skit, drama, lots more.
With love and regards to all the readers,
Kezang Dawa Poems
Look Back See Ahead
Look back see ahead I was just six when My mom was no more;
Let's Walk Through This Garden
Come, my beloved, let us walk through this garden Where lots of bees enchanting with the nature Life of bees has got the life in the heaven And placed it on the peach and citrus tree
(my Essence, The Love Of My Life)
(My essence, the love of my life) In you I find the reason to love and live, My hopes, my aspirations, my inspirations, my belief,
How Can I Ever Forget Your Face
(HOW CAN I EVER FORGET YOUR FACE) How can I ever forget your
Four seasons Spring is a happy season Flowers bloom and bird twitter Seed germinate
Be Kind To All
Be kind to all Kindness smile through tears; it holds back
My Mother Land
My mother land Druk yul is my mother land, Where I was fortunate
Lock Your Heart
Lock your heart Why did I fall? In love
Save A Soul, Stop Eating Meat
(SAVE A SOUL, STOP EATING MEAT) Even the blunt knife can give a deadly cut
Nothing Is Immortal
Nothing is Immortal I am growing old My mind ever so young Leaving behind tragedy
Ode To Death!
Ode to death In your eyes, I wither old, Bade farewell to old, germinate to new Yesterday never comes, today can’t hold
Love And Lessons
Love and lessons I reclined under a shed of a lonely tree. And the memory of the past streamed in like dream. She left me when she found a wealthy man, not so long ago. I haven't forgotten my love yet. I can never erase her from my mind, it seems. I've tried, because it's so hard not being with her. But she won't ever come back. That much I am sure. I see her everywhere, always. I take a walk, and her beautiful image is everywhere. On the sidewalks, on the rocks, in the trees. In the voices of the people who pass by.
The Lone Tear
The lone tear Glittering behind the window pane a droplet of tear fall; all wet in the heat of the sun;
It's refreshing to have rainfall
After long dry days,
For plants get watered
And animals showered
Free of cost.
Life rejuvenates itself
With every dropp of rain.
It brings the lost white crowns