Paro Bhutan
Paro is an eidolon* of joy, in nature’s silence
No sound is enough to penetrate this zone
It has been a valley on a divine hill
Its legend weaves lizard’s net, Tiger’s Nest
The grey pathway tones up the panting hikers
Chhu river whets up for bearding current
Chomolhari cliff nestles on the palanquin
Kichhu Laghang is deified: Bhutanese sanctum
The atrocity of nature is tamed here, meditated
Paro’s stone pierced the birth of a temple, of ditty
It rues no arrival of exodus; soaks in winding
It rings in to speak to the non-speaking voice
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Airliner like white *egret flies into a joy ride
As if a white duck swims on azure water
All walks to guru’s glory; a memory wallet
Returns with a bagful of the malady; kingdom lent
Nothing strips off this wealth lived under ills
Only votaries carry its voice in the green mine
Peace resides on the silent serenity of altar
Its queer life only induces the metaphor
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Malbazar Monday 31 July 2017 the lonely voice
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*Eidolon means an idealized person or thing.
*Egret means a heron with mainly white plumage, having long plumes in the breeding season.
