LIGHT OF EDUCATION IS LIGHT OF GOD

O Divine Qr. NO. P-VII/10,

The serene and sacred seat!

I prostrate before you.

So grand! So splendid! So heavenly!

Was your state, strategy and stature.

And so saintly, so motherly, so queenly

Was your look, love, compassion and generosity.

When I was homeless at the Himalayan Chukha,

You sheltered, nurtured and nourished me

Like a mother does for her newly born baby.

Though you are called a house,

To me you were a lap of love and grace

Where I was blessed to be seated

To enjoy many ecstatic experiences.

Five years of my life in your lofty lap

Was a period of fullness, highness and holiness.

I gratefully acknowledge, O Divine house,

I am rebuilt in the shower of your blessings.

You, the supreme abode dawned my day:

Every morning at three and dipped me

Into the elixir of Tagore’s holy Gitanjali.

I chanted the divine songs loudly and slowly

Impregnating the virgin hours and air with divinity

For health and happiness, peace and prosperity

Protection and purity of the entire humanity.

O my treasure house! If I were a swallow,

When there would be no rules to follow,

I would quietly fly to the Chukha sky

And descend on the green roof

Of your mysterious seat every dawn and evening

Which no one would forbid, notice and know.  

Thus in ecstasy, like a mystic, I would savour the ethereal view:

The kingly sun kissing the snow-capped mountains

And the Queenly celestial eyes and illuminating face;

The high born Wangchhu’s vigorous dance and melody;

The Zangthopelri’s  breath-taking and soul lifting majesty;

My Little Buddhas with their books and bags

Waving their holy hands and casting heavenly glance

From the school bus that runs past the house.

The enchanting vast view as if from a Dover Beach

Which made my life with my wife high and rich.

At dawn and dusk mother wind’s soft and serene touch;

The fresh and pristine sun - the morning crown

And all the rest of the supreme scenes and sights

That Lord has given to Chukha dreamland.