The Chuzom

Last time, on the way to Paro, I sneaked out from my car for some minutes to see the Chuzom. I was defiled to see these two rivers. Do they have clear-cut and clear-up times?  It’s, I would say, a big ‘NO’ and a small ‘yes’ because we humans are the tragic villains in their lives. Anyways, the Thimchu and Pachu are the Phochu and Mochu of Punakha. They are the plaything and beautiful design of God.

The Chuzom

Coming from the clear cavities

Glaciers of Tibet and Jomolhari

The calm Chus of Thimphu and Paro

Meet at Chuzom

Like lovers long decided.

I stand on Chuzom confluence

And asked what have you brought for your lover?

As they both come from the wealthiest Dzongkhags.

They tickle only a clatter

And move on;

Carrying the specter of urban decay and death

A stagnant slate of all sorts and sizes

Of unwanted items;

Plastics, papers, tins, rubbers, bones, vegetable covers,

All. Their faces were tainted with greases and oils

They move on uncomplaining

Oh…no…

Coming from the rich places

What have I to give you?

The two forces strengthen at Chuzom

and the zeal moves on;

Crossing violence and serenities without a sojourn

To the destination, they run together

Collecting what they required not,

Their only goal is to the limitless sky of the ocean

Like the grave is only for a man.