Rain, you can slit through wind,
Explode after hitting the ground.
Don't you dare to wet me
And let my clothes smell.
You can soak a beautiful girl
And admire  her exposed breast,
Yet, don't you dare to let her catch cold.

I asked, You replied. - a poem with my friend choezom

The wind blows freely,
The rain falls at it's will.
But, why my heart feels a thing
And says another thing to you?

-freely wind cannot blow,
That wind directs rain
Nature, reasons and circumstances
Do hinder the flow.

A fallen leaf, sways where wind takes it.
On the tree, it is part of something.
On the ground, what it is? A trash?
Or may be, part of a larger existence?

-the moment you sway,
Belongs nowhere but decay

That fallen leaf exist

For nothing and no one.

The sun is reddish,

Showing its end over the far away hills.
Why does it have to go?
Why can't it stay up forever?

-the sun shines to set,
After-all humans live to die.
If not, it is stagnation,
Maybe - moon won't allow it.

A lone tree standing straight,
Amid a barren dead land.
Is it pride or solitude?
Or maybe waiting for rain?

-a lone tree is meant to be,
Not a choice nor fate.
Like sun, is solitary
In fullness it stand.

love and lust

Love and lust,
Stand apart, a vague consciousness between them.
Love is to be alive
And lust, to thrive the love.

Saka dawa, stingy man n two beggars.

A stingy man walks the kora road,
A lazy beggar pulls his hand out,
A disabled beggar shows scorn face to the lazy one,
And tries to display his helplessness,
Yet the stingy one walks away with indifference
To the dismay of both.
He recites a mantra while grumbling about the beggars.