When A Glacier Decides To Morph

With a silent roar that awakens the night
Revealing a part of itself and the light divine,
The morphing ice
Melting, tumbling, hurling, gushing
And rolling all—
With no Shiva in waiting to tame its watery self
Resigns to the earthy cracks
Creating an image of the paradise
Also on this side.

For us to breathe in the life as we care
The freshness of pines tall and bare
For us to reach if we dare
Pray at the feet of once revered, now in tears,
Lay bare the human fear
To this world and the mankind,
The glacier decides
To stay morphed on this side.