Written by Sameen Shakya
They pierce the clear, blue sky. Their white Peaks mingle with whiter clouds, and it’s Almost hard to tell them apart. I like To imagine the morning fog around me A distant cousin of those clouds, so I Can pretend I’m a mountain too. My musings are interrupted by cicada cries Which, did you know, is a mating call? They’re born and drop to the ground- Bury themselves 8 feet deep, and sleep, Then molt and crawl out with one sole thought: Love, which becomes a droning song Unbearable to me. But Little do they care about my complaint. Little do I dwell on it, and thoughts fade Away from the buzz of lovesick insects And back to pretending to be a mountain Because this fog is deliciously deep.
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Sameen Shakya’s poems have been published in Alternate Route, BOMBFIRE, Havik, WINK, and Teach Write, to name a few. Born and raised in Kathmandu, Nepal, he moved to the USA in 2015 to pursue writing. He earned an undergraduate degree in Creative Writing from St Cloud State University and traveled the country for a couple of years to gain a more informal education. He returned to Kathmandu in 2022 and is currently based there.