Tuesday, May 31, 2016
On This Day
Today I am
lonely
You are not here
In the mind, I have
worries
I think of good days
I think of delightful
days
I cannot carry this
sadness anymore.
Today I am
lonely
You are not here
My missing thing
I think of you
In the mind, I have
worries
I can’t carry this
sadness anymore.
Every day the sun
passes by
It doesn’t vanish
I feel, there is a
place
To be together
somewhere
For good people.
Monday, May 23, 2016
Passang, the Healer
The story below was written by Sherab Zangmo, one of the
students from class six. I reproduced her story here as she asked me to publish it on the blog.
Once upon a time, there lived a woman named Passang. She lived on a mountainside in a small hut made of bamboo. She lived in a fresh surroundings and she depended only upon the forest. Berries and forest products were her food. She was lonely and no one wanted to see her.
Once upon a time, there lived a woman named Passang. She lived on a mountainside in a small hut made of bamboo. She lived in a fresh surroundings and she depended only upon the forest. Berries and forest products were her food. She was lonely and no one wanted to see her.
Passang was sent away from her village for a
crime she didn’t commit. Everyone in the village considered her evil and
believed that she cursed her village. When a small problem came in the village,
they used to blame her. They hated her and made her feel low and bad. But she
never said anything back to them. She was too kind to say anything to them.
One day, an unknown disease started to spread
in the village. Everyone got infected with it and no one knew its solution. As
always, people went and blamed Passang. She wanted to tell them that it was not
her fault but they never let her answer her. Passang was then banished from the
village.
Passang had the ability to understand
different diseases and make its cures. The ability of Passang was known by only
one person. But she was too afraid to tell about it as she thought she would be
blamed like Passang. As the disease never stopped spreading, Passang’s friend
finally spoke up. She told that Passang only knew the cure to the disease and
that she was an expert in it.
Finally, the villagers desperately seek help from Passang and Passang first examined the disease and knew the problem. She went to the forest and collected a unique flower that contains a cure, extracted and provided it to the people. The sick people got better and they apologized for their mistreatment. She was able to return to her village at last.
Finally, the villagers desperately seek help from Passang and Passang first examined the disease and knew the problem. She went to the forest and collected a unique flower that contains a cure, extracted and provided it to the people. The sick people got better and they apologized for their mistreatment. She was able to return to her village at last.
Sherab Zangmo
Class VI C
Darla Middle Secondary School
Monday, May 16, 2016
Sane Hopes
An Uncertain Journey |
The lucid sky at night
Greets me,
And the full moon,
Bewitches me more.
The twinkling white stars
Show a true place for me to be.
The clear cyan sky
With the sun with its white rays,
gives a way to a new beginning
A way to truth,
A way to the world out there, where
There is true love and care.
A heart that can be trusted
can have rains of love
And fruits of peace and friendship grow
Who doesn’t know what is bad?
I want to be there
I know its dreaming
But I will wait for
the hope of it.
Tuesday, May 3, 2016
My SONS
Thank
you merciful GOD for giving everything
Thank
you mighty GOD for giving health and happiness
Thank
you omniscient GOD for giving a lovely family
I
supplicate to grant us these - all times
I
am grateful to my parents
For
bringing me up
And
making me what I was not
My
debts to them are myriad
I
am blessed with the wealth to stay on
And
a good place to live on
Thank
you for sending us two lovely sons
The day they came to us was our life
The
sons are the suns
12th
is the number of the month
that they
were born
One on November 12th and the other on April 12
12
becomes my favorite
How
happy we are to have you both
With
you both, it’s all happiness
And
so happy to be with you two
Our
dearest sons
May
God grant us to live for seven or more generations
You
are our world little ones
We
would do everything;
To
make a better person
A
good person
A
living person
My new born baby sleeping sweet |
Oh! how we like you |
Changing and kicking out! |
Me and my baby |
His mother feeding |
When he was seven days old |
Four of us with our best |
Two of us |
My dear little ata baby in Tsirang |
Baby ata and his mother |
Baby ata and his father(me) |
Proud to be a boy and studying in Darla MSS |
In Gelephu. Three of us |
On the way to Trongsa a long time ago |
During Blessed Rainy Day near Gedu |
Inside Darla MPH watching the concert show. Baby Danced!! |
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