Comments about Langa Tenzin
When my heart stops complaining
about the sudden absence of you,
and of your love and care,
I might be able to tell a story.
It'll be a long story indeed:
about how feelings germinated,
about how they got leaves,
and became beautiful green saplings.
It'll tell about how they were nurtured
with tender care and utmost love.
It'll also narrate about their joy
of dancing in the gentle breeze.
That the story will end on a stormy note
is the thing that scares me to write it.
How that gentle and cool breeze
turned into a cruel storm, I'll ...