Poetry

Hidden Glory

I am missing the Sun,
without it, there is little or no fun.
The glory is hidden behind the thick clouds,
beyond unreasonable doubts.

 

It is the season of rain,
There is a mixture of fun and pain.
For now, I must learn to live without the Sun,
instead, love the rain, enduring a pain and fun.

 

Such is the nature of creation to guard life,
The Sun, the clouds, and the rain play their own part.
It is a matter of time,
The choice is not always mine.

 

But I still hope that the Sun will not betray me,
when it returns, it will shine with the same energy.
With hope and positivity, I will keep an eye on the clouds,
As it will someday reveal the glory hidden.

 

~ Yeshi Nidup

Phuentsholing, Bhutan

One Comment

  1. Lhakpa Wangdi Sherpa

    Made my day. Reading your treasure…!