My Adoring Family

In the farthest south of my Country does my family live,

Where the village is based in the heart of dense forest and above the cliff,

There lies the zinc sheet roofed thatched house,

Entire attic covered by the filthy mouse.

Elderly grandma coughs and stroll,

With his long and straight cane helps him roll-

The ragged football Mila flipped,

And she tumbled when she slipped.

Maize and millet orchards in the back,

Time to harvest, store in sack,

Helpful neighbors in my village toil,

Cuts the hay, and tills the soil.

I am dwelling in solitary,

Miles away from my hometown in cities,

I can find nothing amusing,

Which is cherishing and amazing.

Early in the morning nine,

Paving my way in line,

Entering the office, sometimes fury another in glee,

If impediments occurs I think to flee.

My family is my hope and power,

That blooms evergreen like a flower.

Their love showers like confetti,

And I am stunned with their serenity.

I pray for this bond to stay eternal,

Throughout the generation without a single interval,

And let them live infinity

Because I am awed by their sincerity.

Geeta Maya Rai, Bhutan