Age of Edges

Like tones of cotton balls soaked in water for eons

Hides the spacious crystal blue sky

Rhythm of gentle breeze beating the grace of prayer flags

Idly the dead log clutched in greed of freezing winter,

Earth seems dead in Saurani, zenith of Samtse;

Margin is imagery between the boarders

Stretching across with same sand and clay soil

Sharing the beauty of meandering weak brooks

Cutting clear through porous earth,

The flat earth with handful of green lively patches

Seems dead forever unless the sun sets;

Now an incandescent world glows

That turns to a galaxy; a man made galaxy,

Ages at heart of motherland

Now age of ages at its edge seems a onetime adventure,

As meandering brook meanders along terracotta

So am I swings along the life’s pendulum.

-Tashi Dendup

4^th January, 2015