Winter in Thimphu

It's a freezing winter

I can't be a passionate writer

I can't ponder

Everything seems mess and blunder

My hands are numb and trembling

I sense the notion of falling

My thoughts are frozen and shattered 

My consciousness are filtered

I gonna create a memory

That can last for a century

Moon rises gently above the horizon 

I was walking in the street on a verged of frozen. 

There is nothing to mend

Everything subsides in the end