A Tribute To Scbhutia. By Wangdi Gyalpo - Poem by Wangdi Gyalpo
The cam burned green with thy beauty...
hides herself into darkness,
and the screen jealous of keys of the keyboard.
when thy fair and lovely fingers touches the key....
the sensation, that the screen miss.
Ignored keys of thine,
about to burst with anger...
and fleeting time sadly and
reluctantly leaving by...
the moments that they spend with you.
The screen of my computer proudly boasts...
of thy gorgeous image, that she reflects...
making the wounded lover of the keyboard of mine.
Thy wavy balck hair trying...
hard and harder to kiss thy tender cheek
and nails succeeding in kissing thy lips
cried out in triumphant mood.
Thy honey feet, struggling hard
to kiss thee... but getting disappointed,
every time it tries hard but failing.
Every item of they room wishing....
wishing to be nail...
like the boys wished to be Chimpanzee, which Pretty Zinta kissed.
Thy chilled palm getting back the life from thy warm cheeks...
legs trying hard to get down from the bed to come near thy face
missing to have a glimpse of thy splendid face.
And the ring rejoicing every time thy nails kissed your lips...
proudly announcing that,
she is the sole eye witness
of thy lips and nails kissing.
Far from the corner,
the walls chilled down to death,
are crawling hard to get life from
thy honey coloured body.
And the roofs tanned to a negro one...
are also trying hard to take shade under your shade.
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