Poetry,

I Weep

Poetry

I weep, as I leave Orong,
From
the green school,
the dusty road,
the well-spent years.
 
I weep, as I leave Orong,
Goodbye
my teacher colleagues,
my dear students,
my well-lived home.
 
I weep, as I leave Orong,
With
hopes for the future,
hopes for change,
hopes for a better
acknowledgement.

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KK is a civil servant hailing from Trashiyangtse. He labels himself as an amateur blogger and a passionate photographer. He is based in Thimphu City, BHUTAN

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