SEASONS IN BHUTAN
This poem was sent to us from a young female poet, Parbati Rai, who lives in Bhutan, in the eastern Himalayan mountains.
Hello everybody!!
Here we go & sing a song,
Jump on the feet and dance along.
Spring is here!!! Spring here!!!
It’s a Colorful moment in the year!!!
Hi little Cuckoo!!! Come and join me to sing a song
For the new season that has just begun.
Valleys green & farms to begin, flowers bloom
Tranquil beauty the country holds, breath be held for its dwell.
An Ugly summer follows the spring changing the light into a fright
Times go weird loads with floods with stormy rain.
Rivers thick and fat with mud bangs the farm for sighs with nude.
Wind hitting the prayer flags that go flapping in the hills.
Phew!!! As the wind blows wild, our kyras (lady’s dress) go high
Season’s made for the entire nude, no matter what but it goes through.
Yet the time waits for none, farmers cultivate and buildings constructed
Roads go slide, we loose lives, yet it’s brought to the height but never the lost life’s back.
Autumn, Autumn here you come let the season hop to front,
Sunny Bunny times ahead but overwhelms the entire days with warmth.
A loner fall then begins leaving the branches naked behind.
Beauty beholds by the season but not with the glee but with the blue.
Grass missing the leaves like we missing the close ones,
Over pours the bitterness when someone leaves you behind.
Lives go bare and uncovered the stare, nothings hidden yet you have to dare
For strength unfolds to face the bare challenges that winter’s gonna spares.
Chilly wily winter comes, thickest of gowns found in the towns.
Rivers go dry, forests go fry, birds migrate and animals go down
Humans left, rapping in the thick gowns, schools closed for the winter to be cold.
White Mountain ranges high, stands out with the pride forever high.
Snowy paradise lies in hills, amongst the tallest places that chill.
Seasons festive and faces aglow, No one can hide as the beauty flow.
It is my country Bhutan is its name, whatever the size it glows with its fame.
Pride within & prayers for my land to stand on the heights and keep the shine.
-Parbati Rai.
I enjoyed all the different images of your country, Parbati! Reminded me of the smiling Bhutia women I saw years ago in India.
— simone · 26 April 2009 · #
A hearty song of “Cuckoo Prabati” breezes out the outlook of Bhutan and its peace loving people. The elegance and marvelous of seasons around Jomolungma mingled with patriotic touch at the end is conquering our mind and thoughts. We wish many more such creations from Prabati.
Best Wishes
Ravi
— Ravi · 24 June 2009 · #
A poem that touches the heart of millions of people and people especially the Bhutanese that cherished their motherland.Keep it up,Prabati.You’re such a talented and young female poet.Your country is proud of you.
— Adrian · 8 August 2009 · #
Simply .. Very Impressive .. I loved every single word in your lovely peom .. you made me love your country and the stunning nature of that land more than your country men .. I read all about Bhutan’s breath taking views .. the virgin nature .. the peaceful life .. the happy people .. and your peom was the icing on the cake .. very well done my dear Parbati .. i’m sure every Bhutanese is proud of your beautiful imagination .. and so am I .. Cheers
— Sam · 17 September 2009 · #
U hve covered Whole Bhutan in ur poem. Its inspiration to others to do the same for their countries. Keep on writing this way.
— Nikhil Shah · 18 January 2010 · #
wownderfull poem from wonderfull poet
proud to know you my dear
— Alex · 21 October 2010 · #
Thanks every Budy! I honor your appreciation, every single comment is valuable for me that would guide me right…
Thanks… Cheers!!
— parbati · 25 January 2011 · #