It is snowfall, oh dear:
Thimphu city's carnival is with icy throws!
When the rays of the Sun hit far and near
We shall pour outdoors with spontaneous flows!
You may sink in the depth of snow
While laughter shall rule my heart to its best!
Loaded branches to the ground do bow
And the flakes shall fall on you with no jest!
Catch me not; slip and fall or miss the target,
While I shall rub on you the cold flour!
You may shout or scream on the icy carpet
And I shall pity you and your day sweet and sour!
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