Ode To The Chair

Are you the Chair

With which my fate's bound?

A mystery wraps me still

Whether you waited me

Or I trudged forth.

Never in my life

Have I suffered more than to get you.

Just after the graduation

Every reason flipped in to offer me excitements,

But hearing I must meet you

My heart shunned all those.

For you,

I left my work behind

To attend the orienting program,

For I needed a certificate—

A ticket to heaven—

To see you.

And for you,

I answered hundred questions;

You needed fifty-five

And I gave you eighty.

You shunned a thousand

And picked up a few good.

I was summoned to your chamber

To see if I was a worthy sitter

And adorable for you,

You asked me for documents

And I gave you in originals.

You asked me to sign

And I touched my throat.

You gave me a test

And I wrote it on sunday

When all were on leave.

I remained awake into the late night

When all went to sleep,

Thinking what your mighty would ask!

You asked me Dzongkha

And I said 'I am a Bhutanese.'

You asked me English and I said,

'I'm yet to draw relation with Shakespeare.'

You asked me history

And I wrote my path of sufferings

Of how I began and struggled to meet you.

You squeezed my head,

I was compelled to compete-

Three hundred and thirty-
For only thirty-six seats
And I made at 13.

And this wasn't the end

You wanted to hear my voice

And weigh each word that exit my mouth,

You fired me bullets of questions

And I gave you a rigid wall.

You asked me to sing,

I sang you 'Alau Pholang Ngamla,'


Now that I have met you

I have the chance to sit on you.

You have troubled me enough

Trying to shun me at every point.

And still you say

You waited for me,

Its a mystery

Whether you waited me

Or I trudged forth.

But let's understand this way—

I've seen you

Because I trudged forth,

You have seen me

Because you waited for me.

01/11/2011

Changzamtok