Tshewang's Hingtam

When the sun shifts towards westland-from the horizon of last crest. Ere the darkness become unearthly even finding hard to walk Every living returns to their home, that made out of their happiness No matter how important is the day or their event- Home is just a home, another source of their happiness. without absentee, without counting their distance, one should attain, For the meeting of peace and joy, betwixt family, love and trust. That is the habit of our time and a practice of our routine. But when i travel, i travel to the distance of elsewhere, that do not covers by the instrument to measure, may be call as crossing the mor reaching to the limit of imaginary, That i travel faster than the time machine, seen in some fantasy movies,  Nobody knows me, where i am but they knows to know i am with them, walking, talking, playing and passing the time together because they have a eyes to see my carcass with them breathing,. Evenly, i am not death, but still on the drea

We have thousand of distance betwixt, north and south like. And the numbers of days to count, ere we arrange the meet. May be the months away to chase by the time we have. As or many considerations, one thing is aye alive. And another thing that belongs to me is always with you, That the hope is alive and my solitude heart is with you. i keep my hope beyond the trust, give my heart in love,  -apart my need, so or, believe i could arrange our togetherness. A permanently together till we end to live by. When word go strong in love, you must be in doubt you develop, As you said, "You are highly educated, you may ruin me". I do admit it, few have done that and most will say "no"- So i am here on ''no''. giving you the space to build me a trust. And i do consider of my education as a bow- that join the idea from the numbers people in making better world. so it wouldn't bother you of suffering with me, i oath, Instead i feel, i am the

I have experienced hundreds of hours- And the thousands of seconds in, Just believing beauties are the lair. On it, the days went on my believes As it proves me by thousand of reasons. First the beauty i consider as Young and- The clean face, white nature, and slim figure, Certainly i spent loving on it much years and my age- But separation and meeting time of nature, changes us in pole. Clean face has a nature- to occur volcano, pipe line when ages steps on, whiteness to black when sun loves more on white. And the tall becoming shorter when stick starts- Helping with its sympathy on us, And these are, the beauties of our cocoon mind we believe in. Nevertheless of all, your beauties like wonders like The narrow curly hair the art drawn by cloud- your round composite pinky face, like a dream moon of - Bhutanese calendar, shone on Bhutanese night. Love by all and the greatest artist like cloud never dies, even the moon will shine though it misses some nights so you!

Education, the seed of all wealth, Gadget of the modern-  -world. Cosmetic of the beauty-desire living, Of course, the power of a post we are designate. And the curse of all the sin we do "-blindly". The world we live into our life-civilized-educated. Not because we know, A, B, C, D,......... Even not made by English we speaks, But at least we knows to know writes the feelings. Now the man has education-by-for, even by certificate in years of schooling, or, By marks, prestige , ranks and the recognition But we miss the value on prove of education we have. Nor the value doesn't have the proof to make prove. The holder of the proof enjoying on the undefined joy, May be on the beauties of this world-unknowingly- But harming in the beauties of sides they play. Apart these are their world in bed of their time. Nonetheless, my Hero, you have no certificate- That proves you are high in education by marks and related- Certainly! the value you have on your livi