O Sagarmatha Poem by Divya Macsuedon

In Praise.
O Sagarmatha the Glorious One
As you gaze upon your white Capped ones.
The(white) mantle of secrecy for the Superior One.
Some sure footed adventurers
Reached to kiss the sun.
On others you laid claim,
They be the unmarked ones.

"We ‘ll tunnel beneath and
Connect lands afar."

O Sagarmatha, the challenge
Went too far!
Mother Earth said, "Nay,
He's my ever rising Son.
In his quiet splendour,
He receives, not everyone.
None dare to settle, once
‘The victory's -done."

Your word was carried
Mother Earth's favoured
One.
From her womb, a restless
Churning this once,
A subtle reminder, for those
Who tread above.
She restored your white folds
Once the upheaval was done.

O Sagarmatha shines your
Forehead in the sky.
The starlight plays on your
Cheekbones high.
The swirling clouds, change
Colours with grace.
Thunder and lightning, here,
In awe, do race.

Jomolangma!
Chomolungma!
O Sagarmatha,
The directions, Your Face.
Ageless, Timeless.
O Monarch of the
Himalayan Range.

Note From the Poet: The many names of Mt.Everest.
Sagarmatha: forehead in the sky(Nepalese)
Jomolungma: Mother of the World. (Tibetan) .