Bougainvillea Tree

I hear the roaring laughter of the winds as it crawls into my 

Veins of fear.

What could possibly be left of the lingering thoughts of going 

Somewhere far away in the Pacific ocean 

Where no human feet are traced 

Only lying 

Down with the guilt of 

Wholesome 

Falls and traps of the imagery of the past.

I step up 

To action my thoughts 

And started to run,

Tracing the sands with no human marks 

I ran 

Only to stumble near a bougainvillea 

Tree which shed

Flowers over me.

And I felt everyone feels the same 

Yet they are still living 

Why don’t I 

That’s when I felt as a human.

Written by Lungmying Lepcha
Writer

Lungmying Lepcha is a 17th year old 12 grader hailing from the Himalayan state Sikkim. A poet in progress, she loves listening to Indie music and reading books which she reviews an eternity later.

She bets that she can occupy you the whole day with her poems and stories!