Wood for Dorje Tshering

All carried

A piece of wood

For Dorje Tshering

 

Some carried dried loppings

Others the trunk

Of a middling cedar;

In her tiny hands,

Dolma held sprigs

Of scented juniper

 

Moving up the hill

The entire village

Carried wood

For Dorje Tshering

 

For fingers,

Sacred doob-grass

Was woven into rings

 

The gong was struck

It shook

The bare mountain

 

Dorje Tshering

Never left his remote highland home

But regardless, something

Came for him

 

And the village used up

All its wood

For Dorje Tshering.

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Author, historian and journalist. He has published seven books on the Indian state of Himachal Pradesh and its capital Shimla and is a recognised authority on both. He has handled assignments for television, including for the BBC, and for the Indian Institute of Advanced Study and various departments of the Indian Government. He writes regularly for magazines and papers in India and elsewhere. He is the state Co-convenor of the Indian National Trust for Art and Cultural Heritage.

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