That Girl Poem by Tshering Chekii

She was amiable,
Not very hard to read
But beyond understanding
She was a mystery,
Inhibiting the mind
Of those who try to decipher.
Nobody knew the color of her feeling
For it kept changing
A moment it was red, yellow,
Green, white or black
But blue was prevalent.
Everyone saw the exhaustion
In the beads of sweat
But not her pain
In the grilled of emotions.
And there was no heal,
For her body wasn't in a pain
But her soul was on the quest.
And she was flawless with the way
She carried her flaws with an ease.
She was no less in agony
But it was no less miracle
To see her moving on.