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

Glacial

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.