Theme: Nature


Silence is the lips
of mountains, tarns
and brooks.
That sprinkled
myriad words,
only now
I summoned them
into a unit.
Always I scoured
for solace
like a hermit,
which is the
jewel of thine.


More By  :  Sonam Bhutia

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