Biography of Rinchen Dhendup
Born to Mr.Chogyel and Aum Karma. Completed schooling from Nima Higher in year 2011 where he took Arts as an stream of his study and a year later in joined Paro College of Education to pursue B.Ed in English and IT.
Rinchen Dhendup Poems
Thee, My Master Piece
You're the the most beautiful poem I have written, Personifying my Verses even without dictions, Giving my lines the Rhythms even without the Rhymes, And giving my poem the blissful mood that remains constant.
Touch By A Living Tree
I merely touched a tree, Touched the raspy bark of the tree. No typical feeling aroused, Rather concluded as rugged barked tree.
Life As To Seasons.
Life can be likened to the Seasons Variegated spring passing by awhile.
Welcoming The Spring
Waving cheerio to the cold and to the dry To repaint the natural world around To beautify its cyclic epoch of a year The three calls on and welcomes the spring.
Language Of Love.
It isn't tough so to speak; Unlike Gamblers' lingo. It is not of learning too; Neither bounded by rules;
Green Shangrila. As I stand still and the gaze my country side from the hill I stand, I can say our place is still a Shangrila adorned by pristine nature, Withstanding the forced battle of modern times, weaken though.
Poet Of The Will And Wheels.
I am the poet, rather of my Will, Jotting down the lines when in feel, For nothing can please me but poetry, I find it in every little things like pottery.
Honour Of My Love
I have my eyes drenching in tears; Wage, worth enough for my push; For loving you with all my soul;
It was hard to say Goodbye though; I had to come miles even if I wished not so. I could do nothing as I had to be on gears; Rather on back I had to pack all of our cheers;
Yes I Am Black!
Some fellow call me, hey black man! Hello! Without fury I grin at them; That's what I am, nothing to be upset of; For I am contented with what God dyed me.
I Shall Be Me.
Why I am my way but not your way? And of not how you say. Why am I not like you? Or are you like me too?
Like Country So People.
We Bhutanese, yes we're so to nation The Air that we breathe in is pure, So is our thought, righteous and clean. The land on we grow is rich,
Upon hearing the Nature's frequent call, I went to attend the glory of nearby Spectacular Fall. Away from the mundane and factitious world of living, In the heart of the nature so replenishing.
World Of Abstraction.
What is there in the name? Why Rose is called so ‘Rose'? When people say it smells sweet. Why not so as ‘Sweet'?
Thee, My Master Piece
You're the the most beautiful poem I have written,
Personifying my Verses even without dictions,
Giving my lines the Rhythms even without the Rhymes,
And giving my poem the blissful mood that remains constant.
You're the most soothing lyric I have written,
Written with the feels on the walls of my heart.
The Lyric that always opens my heart to sing,
And touches me even without the tune.