The day we are born on this earth,

We are born naïve and a stranger to each other,

I, you, and we know nothing about the world,

The earth knows nothing about the people,

You are stranger to me as well stranger to you,

The meeting with you for the first time becomes know-how,

Again and again, the meeting becomes less- stranger and familiar,

Grows attachment and love toward an affectionate person gradually,

Lost uncontrollably the mind and soul to this attached world,

We are no stranger and expected to be so close and dearest to each other,

Knowing for more than twenty-four hours seems to be perfect for no stranger,

The beauty of stranger is enthralling unless we remain stranger and no idea to each other,

Spent more than twenty-four hours cannot be stranger,

The secrecy of an individual has revealed and knows each other,

You are no stranger now and you must succumb to familiarization,

However, after death, we may become again stranger to each other,

Thus, I expect this earth to treat me no stranger henceforth,

Everything you possess by you must become mine as well, until my last breath,

Moreover, possession of mine will become ours materialistic till we separate,

Fall apart and unites are the natural phenomenon of life, yet must commit for familiar and close.

                                                                                        ~Damchen Lhendup

                                                                                           Thimphu, Bhutan.