Thursday, 19 November 2009
Where Are My Knees?
Where are my knees?
I try, I try... Hem of my skirt-length dress drops at the top of my knee is all I can see, but I cant feel a thing. My knees are non-existent, by feeling.
Some blame the wintry Thimphu cold, some their ancestors. But we take the blunt of it all, the anger of the seasons and the mistake of our ancestors.
How long, before we can keep our knees warm without shame? How long, before we can feel and see our knees in winter?
The answer still awaits my bleating prayers and ice-cold knees!
I try, I try... Hem of my skirt-length dress drops at the top of my knee is all I can see, but I cant feel a thing. My knees are non-existent, by feeling.
Some blame the wintry Thimphu cold, some their ancestors. But we take the blunt of it all, the anger of the seasons and the mistake of our ancestors.
How long, before we can keep our knees warm without shame? How long, before we can feel and see our knees in winter?
The answer still awaits my bleating prayers and ice-cold knees!
# posted by Sonam Phuntsho @ Thursday, November 19, 2009 
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