Glacier poem – Yuyutsu Sharma poems | Poetry Monster

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 away
the 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
to save me from the shame

of becoming a glacier.