Under the frozen fireworks, the mighty Buddha sleeps
Lying blissfully in his fortress of snow as the dawn sweeps
A lens-shaped cloud draws over his face like a soft curtain
And I watch him, rooted to the ridge of another mountain
The bluish-white silhouette embodies eternal tranquillity
acknowledges me as a child lost in the crowd of humanity
Trekking from Sepi to Samanden to Sabargram via Molley
for a flawless view of the Kanchenjunga wasn’t some folly
I fill up on silence as my heart reels from the inner noise
awaiting la primera ray of light to stir the panoramic poise
A crimson orb appears in the east, highlighting the horizon
Casting a celestial glow on the massif that’s now vermilion
I stand witness to the genesis of a new world anointed by fire
And I see a shot at redemption before we face nature’s ire
Racing against disruptions, degradations, disasters & deaths
Why can’t we allow our only planet to catch a few breaths?
Will we finally ask ourselves how much do we really need
and let Buddha’s message of contentment win over greed?
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