Snow And Sand Poem by Soumar Bhuyan

Wintry eyed in the throes of a summer's irradiance
That melts irises, or threatens to, when men
Know not what the desert can do to them; I tried
To shake off my Himalayan bearing, as and when
My tropical friend gasped on dry air and died, singing
Or trying to sing an old song from his past;
Now, here, in the back of beyond, where ice
Is a figment of imagination, where footsteps last
As long as the memory of leaving them,
I long to be a man without a past.

I don't struggle on hoofs, I struggle
With not knowing where to lead them, not trusting
Caravans or prophets of the sand, I long
For seers of the mountains who read your hand
And tell you it does not matter where you are,
You will die.