Phuentsholing: Diving in the Sky
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Sabuj Sarkar
Childhood tantrums found peace
Meeting the monks in saffron robes,
Semi-closed eyes with humanity
Oozing out in the glowing afternoon,
I walked up the paths of Phuentsholing
Amidst the weeping cypress.
Dragon never came to frighten us
Only the red flames of warmth
Hospitality
Cocooned us in.
What you call Amo Chhu, we call it Torsa,
Powerful foams with brave waves bring
Tales of bygone days
History mixes with memory
In the curves of road,
In every turn wide window
Opens a new horizon.
You see up from the hill top
Men walk like ants
Houses are like match boxes
Cars move like toys.
Brown valleys with wrinkled women
Ema Datshi on the platter
Your statistics measure
The index of happiness.
I roam more and more
The happy winding paths
With clean dark pitch road
In memory
for a destination
Perpetual.
The fragrance of ripe oranges never fades
away.