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Some Tiny Flowers i found on the way to the east of Bhutan...though i dont know the names of any....

The hopes have crossed the arch The party has begun the work The foxes have occupied the seat on the perch Through the golden field did they march As the people knew, did they lurk The hopes have crossed the arch They have now, oiled with starch And seemingly seem to be a berk The foxes have occupied the seat on the perch The hungry beasts gorge On the assembly seat, they park The hopes have crossed the arch Their eyes, for new victim, search They, the bosses, to the people hark The foxes have occupied the seat on the perch Now, merrily on the cozy cushion they lurch As the blameless people charge The hopes have crossed the arch They have occupied the seat on the perch Anything can happen

Announcement on Sherubtse DH board People say that Asians are very lazy and take things for granted. People refrain from bothering too much; be it their character or laziness. We scratch our own surroundings and forgot about others. And Bhutanese are no exception. I, being one of them, accept my fault. We are very religious minded that we avoid looking mistakes in others or correcting. We fear our goodwill and friendship's fate if we point out the mistakes in others. Are we really doing justice when we do not point out someone's mistake? The questions may garner a different response from each one you and i accept it. As an individual, you have the right to express and justify your thoughts. Recent Short-listed list on RCSC Website As a lay person, i think we must be ready to point out any mistakes in others work so that he/she will be on his/her toes when doing the next task. it will remind the person to be more careful and mindful. one will be alert not to repea...

Father- the liar Dad, you are the head of the family, the bright light in the darkest of the dark. Your face is gorgeous like the lily, Our innocent heart in you we park. Promises to fulfill did you make, Happiness did you bring in our face. the innocent children’s sake Unstoppable was your pace. Your promises were sour to believe, We wondered what wonder would you bring. Father, fear for further fail were in cue, Sweet sentimental songs did we sing. The wound of your unfilled wishes are out and the blood thirsty creatures are waiting to shout as you sit on the bleachers. Please father, heal the wound fast, for the creatures are waiting for a chance. Our house is becoming a history of the past let not others further dance. Promises the leaders make...

  “Beep beep,” the municipal waste truck honked from the dusty road above my master’s cozy house. “Hey I am coming, wait for a minute” shouted my master harshly to the rather shy boy hanging from the metal rod on the truck. “Here you are, I wish you could have come later,” my master yelled to the boy as he dumped me and my friends into the filthy stinking dark truck. “Sir, the brown hush puppy leather shoe looks new, why are you throwing it?” the boy inquired hesitantly. “You can take it if you want, my boy,” my master was prompt to respond.   “Bang, bang” the timid boy banged the truck. “Ala! What is this? I guess we are in hell.” my friend, the torn hat shouted. A large metal plate pressed us so hard that my friend, the green vinegar bottle died but i managed to breathe through the crushed cardboard on me. I could not see anything as I was pressed hard with my friends but I knew we were taken on a bumpy ride as the stinking truck shook hard like a rolling stone...

The Relic- In the name of god “Om mani padme hung”, Tshampa Lungten stood from his warm and cozy seat. “Ah! These many years in the mountains has made me yearn to stay longer in the wilderness” he thought as he looked out from the window down the valley. The valley was waking from a sleepy night and the smoke from the chimney greeted the morning birds. He then took a piece of cotton and wiped the Druk Thuksey medal that hung on his robe on the wall. “Do I really deserve this?” he questioned himself as he glanced at the glittering of the medal. His Majesty, in 2009, presented him the medal for his great effort in restoring and preserving the lhakhangs in the country. Every year, he spent six months mediating in the mountains and the other six months in restoring lhakhangs in the valleys and the country. “I am born to benefit the sentient beings and I shall fulfill my duty”, he always thought, but wondered, “How I would be able to fulfill the mounting desire of people”. “I ...