Poem – The Fewa Lake – Yuyutsu Sharma 

From the shoulder of a hill 

from a garden restaurant where 

exhausted tourists lie, massaging 

hysteric limbs of a nightmare, 

from dingy tea-shop 

of a grandma, crying from 

the smoke of her charred dreams, 

from the balcony 

of a hut where a blonde Buddhist nun 

sleeps with a local drug addict, 

from Naudada, 

from Lumle, from the luminous sheets 

of the windows of a racing car 

or like a despot 

of once a famished principality, Sarangkot, 

from an airplane 

with nose of snobbery ticking 

the gleaming summits of fishtail 

from the colorful pages 

of a coffee table book, 

from the fury of the goddess 

who created the lake to avenge 

the unkind inhabitants of the valley, 

from the sunken sockets 

of a porter’s eyes where 

magnificent draggers of Himal have grown, 

from the obscene columns 

of a magazine on frozen peaks of Himal, 

printed from the evil ink donated 

by some treacherous NGO, 

from the bedroom of trekking couple, 

about to reach an orgasm in unison, 

from the bleeding eye of a folksinger 

in love with local Sahu’s daughter, 

from the prow of a ferry 

scurrying over surface to measure its secrets, 

from the tip of the fishtail 

where lamblike sun bounces defunct, 

from the unfinished draft 

of this poem that I tear off 

to look at the blue 

of the Eye-lake, Fewa.