Legacy turns the past wheel

At the corner, it lays hanging;

Along the print portrait of legends;

Adding beauty to the very room.

Aside inhibitors of the house;

All the visitors go wow each time

Amazed and moved by the painting.

Oh! The painting on the orange wooden plank;

Gives good contrast with white washed wall;

No wonder why everyone could see at instant.

The painting of lotus grown from deep blue Ocean;

Rare flower from where Guru was born and blessed;

The sacred flower everyone sows faith and seizes peace.

I recalled that I learned to paint from mate;

The days when I was a little boy in grade four;

He was a talented and fabulous painting tutor.

Have I strict with him for little more effort

I would be more engross in spirituality

There is no reason I couldn’t be happier

Beyond him I have no painting teacher

Because of him I have something to gives

Behind the wall I have something to hang

Between breached souls I have present to console

Beside her, I can now stand and chat.

Bosom friends and beholders surrounds and chant my name

In ease I lay awake in the blue moon among myriad stars

With heart in hand to thank him, ‘Thank You Mr. Wangzin Dorji’