rofung khola

Jagged peaks, chiseled tunes,
Rough, wild the waters tumble.
Tormenting the boulders,
Singeing the leaves,
Of the cardamom.
A spray of mist,
Milky white froth,
Rumble and tumble.
Warbling a guttural song,
Rofung khola throatily sings,
To the delight of the uttis ko trees,
Lined gracefully along the banks.
A contradiction of force,
Of rhythm and grace.