Tshewang's Hingtam

The last of all even events In the heart of zero eyes Still triggering for loveable With the highest level of able From the unknown mundane world On thy mess up and enigma words Posing here to there till its melody With the fluent sequence in parody “Last love” I had promised in my faith But broken by the truth of lust fate Not as of seeing on your beauty And sin will not be on your county Promise me with the word of your ‘yes’ I will build the hero of thousand eyes In the chapter of one poor heart With the pen by movement of breath I will sketch the nest of nightingale And will scribble the yarn of archangel That behold the night of our togetherness That flop the legend of their keenness On the interest of legend of zero eyes But of the hero made by yer syrupy “yes”

Don’t pre-judge the quality on good Ayes learn to accept yer eyes’ panorama May be attractive or hideous in yer momentum Reaching at yer notes is difficult and are not charmer Instead consider one’s perfectness is their proud of “I” No one is perfect if perfect itself comes from the lexicon. Judgment from yer first sight will not be your ever last adj. In the memory of your dumb mind from its blind paparazzi Nevertheless by deals we can reach to their ken of the kin Inquisitive of yer initial doubt will be cleared in yer lei.