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Sunday, December 7, 2014

Message from the Black Mountains.

The beautiful autumn colours were gradually fading and a sensation of parchedness and chill of winter breeze was easily felt. The beautiful valley of Phobjikha, like every winter, had already welcomed their regular guests; I could see flocks of Black-Necked Cranes rummaging through the marshy plains. In some areas, I could see cranes in pairs. Through their melodic calls, a strong reverberation of calls from my dear angel rung hard in my spine. I was among the team of four conservationists to conduct high mountain wildlife patrolling in the Black Mountain regions, the steepness of which rises from Phobjikha, located at an elevation of 2800 masl.

With the rations firmly packed and with the sleeping bags and mats compactly folded, I picked up my Rucksack and began the weeklong mountain expedition. Patrolling is a risky and arduous job for the foresters. The chances of encountering the poacher groups face to face is never zero and with a small group of only four people, it is even riskier. I looked forward. I could see the last house of the village finally giving way to hills of Fir forests. With each step, I was moving a distance farther from my beloved one. I looked back. Perched on a hill top, I could see the sacred Gangtey the seat of great Peling. I closed my eyes, with prayers on my lips, I sought a refuge during our mountain expedition.

We ascended the woods of Rhododendron & Fir and finally reached the mountain top at noon. The vegetation shifted to Junipers, many of which were left  skeletal after  the recent fire outbreak. There was no more mobile connectivity.

 "You are moving in the cold terrains of wilderness. Eat well and take care of your body. I will miss you."  This was the last message of love I heard and for the next 7 days, I was not sure whether I would get to hear a melodic tune again. I would miss her in the cold.

From the hill top, the elevation never descended below 3500 masl. As we walked over the ridges, we never failed in our duties of inspecting the evidence of poachers entry into the core of our National Park. Jigme Singye Wangchuck National Park is the third largest national park in the country, endowed with rich biological and cultural diversity. Over the last 20 years, the dedicated foresters had put tireless efforts into conserving its sacred habitats. I am lucky to be part of this current scenario.

We spent our first night in a herders' camp. The yaks had already migrated to a warmer region, allowing us to comfortably spend the night in their vacated hut. This was my first unusual evening without phone calls and text message exchanges. Diary! I was advised, numerous times, by my senior conservationists to maintain a diary for future reference. We ate our dinner before dusk doomed us. Soon after dinner, as my colleagues were gossiping, beneath the light of candle, I opened my field journal. After jotting down the highlights of the day, I wrote my first message.

Date: 18/11/2014
Time: 6:23 PM
Place: Yakchutak.

My dear sweetheart,

How is your evening going ? Are you experiencing an unusual evening without our conversations?

Though our last conversation was at 9:00 AM today, to me, it appears like it has been eons since we last spoke. Today I am having an unusual evening. I am missing our long evening talks for the first time after many months of our intimacy. I switched on my mobile to see if a miracle would happen, but the network signal never popped up. If not of my unwavering feelings of love and missing memories of our togetherness, I am totally disconnected from you. The cold air penetrates the walls and hits us hard. It is cold even beside the burning hearth.
 I miss you in the cold.

My dear angel, with each passing second I am recollecting some of our sweet conversations and caring text messages that we exchanged. We never know what the future holds for us, but I have the most beautiful cherishing memories of you and I. My only dream is of you. I will strive to bring my dream into a reality. I am so glad that fate has been so generous to make our bond stronger with each passing day. Our faith and trust will be the forces that will keep our karmic connection firm and complete. If you remember, I told you a month ago that my lost of trust and love in you will be the day I breathe my last and that I miss you with every single breathe.

Do you know how many times you pop into my mind in a day? I think and dream of you often, but it's never enough. In my heart, we are together forever but the distances and obstacles bar us physically. Particularly today, in an alien mountain, as solitarily I sail through the alpine clouds, in the dark silent night, I feel alone. I can't imagine how my life would be without you. Anyways, before I close my journal and attempt a cosy nap in my sleeping bag, on this crispy night, I am referring here to a message which I texted to you one lonely evening;

Oh endearing lotus,
You are frequently swayed by the frosty breeze,
If meeting not ever off lay parting
How elated I would be.
And the greens turn yellow
Only are the faithful words that still remain.
Like the cumulus shades I might fade
but with each diminishing phase
I dream a hundred you.
And in every step I proceed,
Your thoughts pull me a step closer to you,
Simply you are my destiny and I am destined for you.

With love,
Ap Bokto.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

I am Sorry, Please forgive me..,

Lonely as I was sailing the stormy ocean,
Fatefully I encountered you, a heavenly damsel,
Intimately, as I embraced your unadulterated heart,
Beautifully, you accompanied the deadly voyage.

The seed of love we have sown,
Time has nurtured to reach its maturity,
With the autumn colours, as we await the fruit,
It’s the breeze that’s shaking us hard.

Trust we were entrusted, faithful we remained, 
Feelings we have expressed,
And committed we remained so proudly,
But as I feel the pinch of storm, I was startled.

Beautiful were the moments where we cuddled and hugged,
The humours and jokes, they added further recipe,
How happily and peacefully we shared our feelings,
Not realizing, its time the roosters had to make morning call.

Today, the storm is hard and my voyage seems perilous,
I needed your love the most but you seems drifting away.
I was worried, I was surprised, I didn’t know why,
But it hurt me gravely, when myself is the cause.

I know you are hurt, but that was not my intention,
I didn’t had a guilt cos all I loved was unconditionally,
But it’s my bad, when unconsciously I acted that way,
I am sorry, so please forgive me.

I love u as ever, and miss you every single moment,
I will always clinch unto you, even if you leave me behind,
I will wait for your return if you are taking a break, 
I am not hurting you further, and this is promise I keep.

Please don’t say it’s over,
Please don’t say you lost the trust in me,
Please don’t say our future is blur,
Please don’t go leaving me in pain.

We are destined forever.

Monday, October 13, 2014

I Dreamed of You.

My Dear sweet Heart,
I had the best dream ever. You and me, in beautiful colours of autumn, traversing by the paddy fields, climbing uphill’s to reach the hill tops. We were hoisting prayer flags, holding hand in hand and running against the wind, your beautiful hair swept by the wind and touching my face, your fragrance entering my nostrils. I saw you and me sitting under the shade of huge juniper, me holding u in my arms, you gazing in my eyes from my lap, as I talk to you my immense feeling of love and joy, we sharing the dreams of our beautiful future. Simply I am sunken into your vines, 

I love you and miss you every single moment. My perfect sweetheart, let's be the epitome of love for the remaining world.
-Missing you, my love.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

A Moment to Cherish

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Imagine if I was given one moment,
Just a single slice of my past.
I could hold it close forever,
and that moment would always last.

I'd put the moment in a safe,
within my hearts abode.
I could open it when I wanted,
and only I would know the code.

I could choose a time of laughing,
a time of happiness and fun.
I could choose a time that tried me,
through everything I've done.

I sat and thought about what moment,
would always make me smile.
One that would always push me,
to walk that extra mile.

If I'm feeling sad and low,
if I'm struggling with what to do.
I can go and open my little safe,
and watch my moment through.

There are moments I can think of,
that would lift my spirits every time.
The moments when you picked me up
when the road was hard to climb.

For me to only pick one moment,
to cherish, save and keep,
Is proving really difficult,
as I've gathered up a heap!

I've dug deep inside my heart,
found the safe and looked inside,
there was room for lots of moments,
in fact hundreds if I tried.

I'm building my own little library,
embedded in my heart,
for all the moments spent with you,
before you had to part.

I can open it up whenever I like,
pick a moment and watch it through,
My little library acts as a promise,
I'll never ever forget you... :))

Courtesy: Pel Yang.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Am I fine?

I’m fine' are the hardest words to say,
but people want you to say it every day. 
But you hate to lie to them, 
especially to their face.

I've lied to you way too much, 
which makes me cry late at night. 
I wish I could tell you the truth, 
but the words just get stuck in my tooth...

One day I hope,
I don’t feel like a dope. 
And I will tell you the truth,
then maybe I will smile... 

But until that day comes, 
I’ll keep my head high. 
And just say, 
'I’m fine...'

Courtesy: Pel Yang. 

“Everything in this world is so fleeting and ephemeral in nature, A beautiful episode in your life is overcast with the aghast clouds of transitory agony but keep it alive, your inner strength and gleaming smile. A beautiful dawn is yet to crack; a new smile, new life, rejuvenated hope and cherishing love. You will be fine”

Friday, January 17, 2014

Of Reflections- 2013 in Diary

Only that shines early in the east,
Is the sun that rises from the east,
That brightens the world at its best,
Is what it does, that shines in the east.

"Years come and go but this year, I specially wish for you a double dose of health and happiness topped with loads of good fortunes. Have a great year ahead. Happy New Year 2013." Read one of the sms that I received from a friend at the 2013 New Years Eve. 2013 was a landmark in my life. It was a year of fulfillment, of pride and satisfaction. Years of persistent perspiration finally landed me a job in Jigme Singye Wangchuck National Park, the park with its core, the legendary Jowo Durshing and inhabited by the mythical animal, the giant tigers, to pursue conservation and management of country’s natural heritage; a cause destined and profession chosen.

“Your scenic beauty is tantalizing,
The crystalline flakes are glistening,
With divine blessings accumulated in countless stupas,
Joyfully I cross you, the panoramic Dochula.” –
January 2013

Crossing the panoramic Dochula and reversing the trails long traversed by Pema Lingpa the Pelela, I finally landed in Tshangkha, a valley overlooking the swift Mangde Chhu and facing the dark hills of Black Mountains, and I for the first time felt the chill of cold Black mountain breezes. However, the sun that rose with the dawn of 2013 was there to stay brighten whole of my year.

Under the intellectual and dynamic supervision of the Kelzang sir, Park Manager for JSWNP and my first boss, I availed the best of privileges to explore and experience the life of a forester. One week in and I had my first experience in wilderness, and there was no looking back. Firstly, it was the Biological Corridor survey, followed by the Tiger survey and of late monitoring Golden langurs and White-bellied Herons. The adventure revolved around the black mountains, sleeping by caves, crossing the rivers, drenching in the rains thus experiencing the true man vs. wild fantasies. In the north, the cold of Black mountains chilled me, the temperate rhododendrons mesmerized me, and down in the south, it’s the tweets of birds that bonded me to the nature. We explored the untraveled ancient trails and discovered the secrets of aboriginal Monpas. While the entire journey seems adventurous, there were instances where we suffered and bereaved.

“My body it sweated gallons, my muscles got fatigued.
My boot stinked coat accumulated layers of dust.
My leg burnt and it ached. Hiking the terrains and jungle of JSWNP
Sixth day and still counting with rain drenching and sun soaking,
Thus adventuring in lost land of tigers.” -
April 2013

I have been seldom idle in the office. While the field works fatigued me hard, the meetings, workshops and festivals rejuvenated by shrinking spirit in wild. Nomadic festival of WCP in February was the first park festival I have attended in my life, and also my maiden journey to Bumthang and of course Choekhor Toe. I had the first glimpse of how Home stay for tourists are run and had a wonderful stay in one of the farm Houses. Yet again, ‘R’ a brainstorming statistics pulled me to the spiritual valley of Bumthang in June, during which not only did had fun with R and my fellow mates but also got to visit many of the sacred Nyes and witness the Tsechus.   

Jomolhari Mountain festival was an escapade. It was autumn. The monsoon has left and extremes of winter was awaited. The two day trek to Jomolhari base camp on the dry trail, warm day, accompanied by new friends and senior conservationists was mesmerizing as the autumn colours of fruitfulness. First of its kind, the Jomokhari Mountain Festival was one of the most cherishing moments of 2013.
Yet, in times, emotional lows wrecked me as well.

“The hope has faded with the morning dew,
The aspiration dispersed in the day light haze,
In the chilly evening air, towards the western horizon,
I am to gaze, In forlorn for the unfathomable mystery of life.”-
August 2013

We were 10 of us. 10 fresh Forestry Graduates of 2012 posted in different agencies in capacity of Forestry Officer/Research Officer and since our departure to respective destination in January 2013, we never had an opportunity to gather together. It was the “Global Leadership Training for Results in Conservation”, which happened in November that brought us all together in Thimphu. Togetherness, laughter, dines and wines, only because we didn’t understand What does the Fox say? As the progressive 2013 approached its final curtain, the 3rd Forestry Conference pulled me towards Samtse, offering a chance to meet and know many conservationists, from Forest Guard at the base till Minister at the Apex.

Our two Lady Friends Missing Here.

Rejoicing-ly, my village is just an hour drive from my office, so periodic home visits further bonded our intimacy, without having to borne any homesickness and as the 2013 ended, the festive mood of Winter Solstices pooled me towards my sweet home where together with my parents, I reflected back to the year just gone by, and looking forward many more such activities in the newly dawned 2014. The year really dosed me with health and happiness topped with loads of good fortunes.

“Let us join and farewell good year 2013 with happy ending and welcome our good another good year 2014 with joys and happiness, peace and success. Wishing you a happy and prosperous new year 2014.”  I thus received the first New Year greeting from a field colleague. 

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Man vs. Nature: An Account from a Foresters Odyssey.

It was a season of beautiful blossoms, with the adversity of winter gone and the monsoon much awaited. The trails were clear without bushes and the woods were dry. The seasonal spring waters has not yet swelled and the journey through the varied vegetation of Junipers, Fir, Rgododendron and of course the subtropical broadleved forests was a soothing adventure. It was arduous trek worth a trek. That was back in the month of May when I was leading a team of Foresters to set camera traps to study the wildlife diversity in Western Region of Jigme Singye Wangchuck National Park, starting the journey from Phobjikha to Taksha.
Captures from Earlier Trek (May).

So after two months of remote camera trapping, in mid August, I was to again take the same route; this time, to monitor and retrieve the cameras. August and September were forecasted to have the maximum downpour by the local meteorologist but for the Foresters, there is no waiting.
Furthest End of Phobjikha valley in the Morning.

The Phobjikha valley looks swampy. The paths were muddy and in the fields, people were busy harvesting the potatoes. Our journey started from the Juniper vale at the far end of Gantey-Phobji stretch, but in the juniper valley was fog and rain. It would take us at least three days to reach the other settlement and the weather was not favouring.
The Highest Pass where Fir Adorns.
Early in the morning, when we readied for the journey, the weather was gloomy. We feared it would rain but as we walked on, clouds gave way to the rays of sunshine. After two hours of straight walk, we were to make a steep ascend which took us four hours. With the sun blazing, with no water by the trail, with heavy baggage, we sweated a lot and by the time we reached the peak, we were exhausted with zero calories. Out of thirst, we had no option but to drink from stagnant water on the main trail. I bought a bottle of Black Mountain for my porter, so the mixture of alcohol and stagnant water gave a better taste to quench our thirst.
To Quench the Thirst.

But the weather played a confusing role. No sooner did we drink from the stagnant water than there was a heavy downpour. This indeed provided us with fresh water to drink. The rhododendron leaves collects ample quantity of water making a clear flow of it downwards.

A better Option.
Our Purpose of Endurance.

Yet saddened I was. We had to still walk for three hours, to reach the campsite which we halted earlier. While we were descending the rain hit harder. The trails has turned into gorges, and through the gorges flowed huge muddy water. The streams that were so minute during our earlier trek have now turned into big rivers and we had to crisscross it several times. We were drenched head to toe. Luckily the elevation was quite high for the leeches to survive.
Our lone porter Jigme Struggling to Cross the Swelled Stream.

Reaching the spot where we were to camp, the spot was infested with bushes and the ground was swampy. “We have to halt here by any means.” I said. “Our camera station follows that river (earlier it was a mere stream) upward at a crow flight distance of 3 km (which we will retrieve the next day).” I then initiated the camping, while our young forester prepared fire. There was no dry wood. Everything was wet. The water was muddy, but then we had to halt there. The drying of bamboo was at our rescue. Nothing burnt but the wet dry-bamboos did, to make a campfire, to dry our cloths, and to prepare a delicious dinner after an tedious, enduring 9 hour trek without a lunch, and the days went on, wit shoes wet, blisters on the leg, with leech and insect bites, until we finished our tasks in next seven days.

Cameras lost its positions; Tigers are on the other side; Pains were endured but the result was not a good one and I for the first time in the wild, lost my Positive Energy.

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Bhutanese Bloggers Tag.

Once I became a dynamic blogger, posting more than 10 stuffs in a month, posting via mobile while on a journey, posting poems, posting Dzongkha Tsoms, but then, it was when I was back in the college. But this year I lost the rhythm to write and post, often leaving my blog empty for months, and my blog hit never increased, which is sad on my part. While I lost the muse to write, internet connectivity has become a constraint as well, but with this interesting e-Conference for the Bhutanese Bloggers initiated by madam Rekha, I want to reveal my answers for the same;

1. Why did you start blogging in the first place? And what’s the story behind your blog title?
I don’t know whether I write good or I just scribble haphazard lines to form a article, but I was writing few during my high school days itself. Then, I use to compile all the short stories that we wrote during the English class, the poetries and the essays and use to arrange them in a sequence Essay I, Esssay II, and so on as and when we were asked to write one by the English teacher. Yes, I won a Third Prize in Open Essay writing competition held during my +2 both in English and Dzongkha. 

However, I didn’t blog then as I don’t write frequently and besides there was no internet facilities. It was during my third year of the college days that I took up blogging. I was on Blogger since April 2010, but my first post appeared only in November 2010. It took me almost six months to become an active blogger with regular prose and verse feeding my blog. Now you might be wondering why I took such a long time to start posting articles on my blog. The reasons are obvious. I didn't know what blogging is in first hand and secondly I thought Blogs are meant for some good and nearly perfect write ups. Besides I am one such person whose writing contains neither charm nor fun, so I feared sharing such nonsense of mine on Blogsphere, where world wide web can view it. But with time, I became an active blogger to share my verses, the fateful incidents and progresses in my life, which I believe is the continuity of fate as depicted by my name and so is my blog name Leythro-The Continuity of Fate.

2. How long have you been blogging? Where are you based?
November 2010 till date counts my duration of blogging into almost three years and I am based at Tshangkha, Trongsa since January 2013, but I don’t reach Trongsa as and when I desire so I don’t know much about the happenings in Trongsa.

3. How do you schedule your blog post? Daily or weekly? Or as and when inspiration strikes you?
In the past I make sure that I update my blog at least once in a week and I was able to maintain that schedule but since my coming to Tshangkha, I failed to update my blog even once in a month. I wish to share with my visitors some stunning photos from the nature but then I could possess and quality camera so I failed here as well. However I write as and when inspiration strikes me.

4. Does your family and friends know about your blog?
Well, most of my friends know that I maintain a blog and they sometimes appreciate and acknowledge my work.  In some instances I have helped my friends develop one for them, but they ended by posting a single post and not more. Regarding my family, they are based in the tiny hamlet of Darilo, illiterate and ignorant but few of my cousins know that I maintain a blog and they keep advising for a regular update.

Thank You.

Monday, August 12, 2013

What is in the Young?

What is in the young
Is not forces of diversion but unity,
In young is the dynamism and not enervation. 
The young is hope and not desperation,
The dreams of young are the reality in disguise,
The ability in youth is their beauty
And in their beauty is the happiness.

Young is green as summer, 
And immune to arid winter.
Buoyancy as spring are the young
And like autumn colours
Youths are ever fruitful
In young, there is no season.

Youth shall move, forward and upward,
Trough the rugged terrains with tears,
With sweats and pains
To grasp the fruit of endeavour, the Success;
In the young is Determination.

Celebrating International Youths Day.

Friday, August 9, 2013

Feelings in the Fogs.

The sun has long sunk below the horizon, the moon was hardly visible in the sky. Perhaps the sky lost its depth of blues as the clouds crimson and dark overcast it. I was walking by the highway, listening to the tunes of modern lyrics, and as I walked on in solitude, the road never ended but it faded through the green of woods that too were immersed in the chaos of hazy fogs and at that point there lies a stone.

courtesy: Tshering

The point gave me a panoramic evening view of swift flowing Mangde chhu, the lush of green paddies on the lowlands of Tshangkha, the strategic temple with rainbows of prayer flags at Tashichoeling, the cluster of buildings of College of Language and Cultural Studies at Taktse and of course far beyond imagination my insight could visualize the magnificent fortress of Chokhor Rabtentse and many more, if not of the distractions of stirring clouds.

Sitting on the stone and as I gazed on the flow of fogs,  and I was then tuning to a melancholic Modern Bhutanese verse, the lyric of reads as follows;

“Two souls did met, yet happiness was a dream,
Sight captured the beauty, yet mind failed to appreciate
While seldom we encountered, feelings were feeble,
Now when we are to part, your reminiscence haunt me.

There’s neither answer to my call, nor reply to my message
In the meantime, I lost my precious values.
Oh Fate, why are you such an illusion,
Why I don’t see destiny in my love…”

Soon I lost my tune to the music and in the valley of fogs, my thoughts wondered like the fleeting clouds; of beauty, of uncertainty, of simplicity, of pride and egotism, of pains and tears , of positivity, of hopes and aspiration, and of course of this beautiful life.

I first saw beauty to which I lost my heart. That was the strength of beauty. The flowers of different colours and variety, though each possess a striking exquisiteness, the taste of nectar can never be ascertained that it will be sweet. So, what? Will the beauty that captured my sight and to which I lost my heart possess a beautiful heart to cherish an everlasting relationship? I didn’t dare to doubt, after all the feelings of my heart mattered. “In my life, my purpose of living is to fulfill your happiness.” Such sentence of selflessness and dedication has already been reached to the other end, to embrace the love my heart, and so did I. Yet my positivity yield no fruit, conversations over phone and sms exchanged lost its values, little dreams and laughter we shared were to go futile for reasons so silly and vague and there was no reflecting back.  While to err is human, my forgiveness heard no echo but my own words of promises and pledges reverberated in my ears; it remained unfulfilled and there was a pain in my heart, tear in my eyes.

By then, the music in my ear has shifted to soothing melody of Minzung and Namgay Jiks, but it was an irony;

“Oh! Please don’t go, leaving me behind,
When you go, I am filled with misery and poignancy.
Please don’t go, leaving me behind.
Without your presence in this world
my existence resembles a soulless body.
When you are gone too far
My life endures a hellish pain…”

My conscience is my strength. I looked around; the clouds are drifting as usual with its shape changing frequently. The fluttering prayer flags came to standstill. Every phenomenon is momentary and fleeting. Uncertainty is the law of universe. I then stared down the valley and could see the Mangde Chhu flowing swiftly though its sound faintly heard. Life is never static but it’s ever dynamic and it must flow on like the river. Each of us have a path to follow and destiny to reach, like the green paddies that will soon reach the bowl of landlords in the form of grains. At the end of the day, our mind should be free of guilt, of ego, but be filled with humble thoughts and positive energy. Life is only beautiful with positive energy and with values of humbleness and simplicity.

It was getting darker, and soon the clouds gave way to light drizzle to cleanse my thoughts. Such a place, such a weather to get immersed into the depth of feelings and emotions in solitude.

“Life is beautiful not because one is beautiful, one is wealthy, or one has extraordinary character. Life is beautiful only because of positive energy. In life, don’t regret about the past because it taught you lessons. Don’t worry about the future because it will come as surprise, sometimes it will surprise you because it is beyond your expectation, but sometimes it will surprise you because it is not up to your expectation, but it is meant to happen. We can’t pretend to be happy when we are not so do what makes you happy. After all our happiness matters. Don’t expect too much because expectation hurts.  Most importantly feel the pride because we cared for ourselves. Life is short, live happily. Never be proud because we let somebody down. We are meant to live this life by living principles. Avoid negative energy and inculcate positivity.”

Tuesday, July 30, 2013


Today morning
I woke up late.
With contemplations numerous
I leaned for long on my bed.

I thought about the days
That just passed by.
Memories of love and loath
Reverberated in my mind.

With Reminiscence of words spoken
It ached me hard
For it remained as broken promises
Without hearing back any echo.

I wondered why?
The fate has a twist.
Yet I believed
Everything is ephemeral.

I thought about the moment
I walked round the stupa.
Praying for eternal happiness
Not realizing prayer will fade in breeze.

I remembered the errs
That I often commit
Yet I seek forgiveness
Even if I am not wrong.

Thus I wronged my rights,
I wept for the values I have lost
Yet conscience shook me hard and said
"Life is beautiful only with Positive Energy."

Then I woke up and readied fast for the day
Forgetting all agony, I set out,
Yet here, the same reminiscence
It appeared in black and white.

Monday, July 22, 2013

The Source of New Dawn.

From the infancy as I rose,
Ephemeral turbulence shook me hard,
The truest of fatherly love I didn’t garner,
Yet the almighty disguised as my mom,
To lighten the burden of dearly loss
Showering with the light of the new dawn.

Fate envied our joy and ecstasy,
And ailments broke our wealth of tenderness.
Ruined further, the family of innocence,
When icily, a sibling laid numb in cruelty’s hand.
Goddess in a sisterly disguise, dispersed our doomed despair,
Yet again, gleaming us with the rays of new dawn.

In the states of chaos as I struck,
In solitude as I stroll the paths of confusion,
I miss not the blessings of almighty
But the words of aging mom and caring sister,
“Not to follow the paths of evil but the righteous one”
For your words are the true blessings for my new dawn.

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