Poem – Glacier – Yuyutsu Sharma

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.