Coming from the clear cavities
Glaciers of Tibet and Jomolhari
The calm Chus of Thimphu and Paro
Meet at Chuzom
Like lovers long decided at last.
I stand on Chuzom Zam confluence
And asked what have you brought for your lover?
As they both come from the wealthiest Dzongkhags.
They tickle a shy clatter
And move on;
Carrying the specter of urban decay and death
Stagnant slate of all sorts and sizes
Of unwanted items;
Plastics, papers, tins, rubbers, bones, vegetables covers,
All. Their faces tainted with greases and oils
They move on uncomplaining
Coming from the rich places
What have I to give you?
The two forces strengthen at Chuzom
The zeal moves on;
Crossing violence and serenities without sojourn
To the destination, they run together
Collecting what they required not,
Their only goal is to the limitless sky of ocean
Like the grave is only for a man.