24/06/2024
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In the dawn of life, I stand at the gate,
A journey ahead, unknown is my fate.
The bridge before me, a path to tread,
With dreams and hopes, my heart is led.
Midway lies a soul, young and lost,
A man, by life's tempest tossed.
Drunk and wasted, he lies in despair,
A reminder of trials, life's burdens to bear.
At the far end, a monk stands serene,
His journey complete, his soul pristine.
In peace he rests, wisdom in his eyes,
A beacon of calm under life's vast skies.
This bridge of life, with stages three,
Reflects the paths of you and me.
From the start with dreams so bright,
Through struggles faced in darkest night.
To the end where peace is found,
In life's full circle, we are bound.
Each step we take, each bridge we cross,
In joy and pain, in gain and loss.
The bridge adorned with patterns bold,
In black, red, and white, stories told.
Floral motifs and geometric grace,
Echoing Bhutan's cultural embrace.
Crafted with care, each wooden beam,
A testament to a craftsman's dream.
The bridge, a passage through time and space,
Connecting hearts in this sacred place.
Surrounded by nature's verdant green,
The bridge and life, a harmonious scene.
In Bhutan's land, where traditions thrive,
We walk this path, we feel alive.
So let us walk with courage strong,
Embrace the journey, short or long.
For every stage, a lesson learned,
In the bridge of life, our souls are turned.