Poem – Sagarmatha – Yuyutsu Sharma 

The turquoise lake

that longs to belong to the ocean 

trapped to see 

dazzling face of the Everest. 

The climbers from the world over 

come to see their haggard faces 

in the clear light of her crystal eyes 

before facing the forehead of the Sky 


A hope 

that someday I shall sprout 

like a tree 

on the edge of a remote hillside. 

A hope 

someday a Queen-of-the-Night 

shall bloom in my chest 

and suck all the smoke 

I have inhaled 

in these malignant cities. 

A hope that someday 

a just born brook shall clean 

and wash 

bacteria of greed in me. 

A hope that someday 

a Buddha meditating in the niche of a cairn 

by the heap of the city 

garbage shall shake his limbs 

and walk away towards a village of eternity 

to take another birth 

to save me 

from the shame of becoming a glacier.

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