A lonely yogi with a heavy heart
Meditating on the edge of a rocky cliff,
His mind floating into the deep sky,
His heart soaring over the mountains,
The trees, the birds and the animals.
In the middle of the frozen sky,
A chirping sparrow sings a mushy tune,
And makes his heart dance into its soothing music,
But its words hit on his wounded ocean
Like the blazing sun to an elephant.
Every twist and turn of its song
Makes his broken feelings evaporate.
Its icy cold voice
Transforms his vapour of emotions into clouds.
Then, uncontrolled tears of rain
Roll down his soft cheeks.
By Tshewang Namgay
Final Year, NNI
