The Heaven under My Nose
I sat
on an opening where
No tress, no bushes and no shrubs grew.
But only a mighty, elegant stupa stood
Dressed in a cloud-white overcoat
And a blood-red belt ran in between
On which, in the midst, nests little Buddha.
Its edges hooked
The network of vibgyor flags
Of divinity flattered
In the three realms
Like the perfect painting on a canvas
I, under its shelter
Contemplated the creation
And wondered,
Alas! What on earth
Has the “king of kings” innovated?
Far beyond the distance
From where I sat
Lay the sublime abode of Tsangkha,
The core point of Bhutan
Beautifully and apparently
Covered by the heavenly clouds
The road coiled like a snake
Like the work of an ant.
The God’s boon:
The birds, rivers and trees combined.
The birds chirped while rivers rumbled
And the trees clattered with the beat of drum,
Though apart from each other,
Created Pan’s music
Adding flavor to my sight
In admiring the view
This gave me the pleasure,
Piercing hard like a needle.
I escaped
Far beyond, very far, very far
From the mundane world.
Hitherto, I was in the quest of true heaven
But then
The heaven was under my nose.
