My Grandma’s Arms
-Tshering Wangchuk
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Grandma’s arms a place of solace
With those amiable eyes focused on me
There’s warmth in your snugly hugs
Warms me more than a cottony rugs
I shall not fear about anything
Peace embraces me when you sing
Your songs a soothing lullaby
To a disturbed soul of me
Can’t imagine the speeding days
Life’s impermanent, the death says
Thinking this, my heart secretly cries
More when the days quickly flies
I shall have my faith strong
With optimism, nothing’s gonna wrong
I shall utilise every second I get
To love my grandma not to forget.
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Introduction to the poet-
Tshering Wangchuk (Bhutan) is a teacher by profession and a poet by passion. He holds a bachelor’s degree in Education (English) and Master’s degree in English literature. This is his 14th year as a teacher. He spends his leisure time reading and writing poetry. He has written more than 200+ poems. Some of his poems have been published in various international websites, journals and anthologies. He is a member of around 50 international Poetry groups and has won several international poetry contests too. Currently he is working on his collection of poetry that is soon to be published.
