Yuyutsu Sharma Poems

"Don't panic," they said,
remain cool like your Krishna,
meditate maybe like Buddha,
uttering ‘Om Mani Padme,' jewel in the lotus,
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Wind howled
like the trumpet of a fierce Kali
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On the great Tibetan
salt route they meet me again

old forsaken friends...
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Cruel river
knows each time
I come to brood
over her roaring waters
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The kisses you
refused were the best

like the poems
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A hope
that someday I shall sprout
like a tree
on the edge of a remote hillside.
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From the shoulder of a hill

from a garden restaurant where

exhausted tourists lie, massaging

hysteric limbs of a nightmare,
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The turquoise lake

that longs to belong to the ocean

trapped to see

dazzling face of the Everest.
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On the way to Helambu
tall columns
of the killing kilns
of Bhaktapur
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Dark night
I cannot see the river.
I can only
hear it thundering rumble.
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