Nest in the hills-Bhutan diary

Swaying in pristine beauty,
Dogged in its duty
Full of fervour,
Plentiful in zest
The land of dragon,
At its very best

Humility dripping from,
This chilly windy nest
The people and the culture,
No lows, only crests
Respect and courtesy for nature,
Is the land's inherent feature


In this world of numbers,
Unfazed- the land of thunder
The nature wraps its arms around,
Makes a tourist, a pilgrim
Mind invigorated, happiness gala,
Be it Thimpu, Paro or Chele La


The flutter of the prayer flags,
The maroon robed monks' chant
The grandeur of the dzongs,
Astounded by the unblemished serenity
This tiny kingdom, keeping abreast,
Giving time a stern test

Giving modernism those tiny jibes,
The people draped in gho and kira
Blushing in their happy vibes
The snowy Himalayas give the backdrop.
To yaks locking horns on a hillock
And pheasants chortle in a flock


Walking down the alleys,
Trekking through the hills
The peace monk-like,
The pines gushing in glory
An eerie moment of silence,
It is in the world of offence