As I walked closer to Tibet, my homeland, after all the years of my escape into exile,
I can see the snowy mountains bowing down to receive me in their cold, yet warm arms.
I can hear the winter wind singing welcoming songs through the willow trees.
I can see the rivers and rivulets running up to receive me down through the valleys.
I can sense heavenly smells running deep down through my nostrils and nerves.
I can see the Yaks and Sheep lined in thousands greeting me with a standing ovation.
I can see the Rhodiola and rhododendron standing at unusual heights as I walked.
I can see the juniper and willow trees dancing on the hills as they saw me return.
I can sense the sunflowers and the red roses receiving me in their best colors and scents.
I can see the crow and cranes flapping feathers together as they receive me.
I can smell the smoke coming from our chimney with the aromas of different dishes.
I can see the siblings stretching their arms in their wildest smiles to reach and receive me.
I can also see the border and boundaries marked with patrolling police.
I can also understand that there is no way I can cross the border and enjoy their welcome.
24 thoughts on “Walking close to Tibet”
One day, the Tibetans will be free.
Thank You Jfwknoefton, Tibet will be free one day, and it will ensure peace in the Asia and the rest of the world for sure.
Good to have continued faith! I sincerely hope you achieve the dream one day.
Thank You! It means a lot.
Beautiful poem; images, senses, longing.
Thank You Rebecca for stopping by and going through it.
This Land will never be conquered.
Thank You! Hope the People’s Liberation Army understand that this place is not where they belong.
Gorgeous poetry you can really feel the emotion
Thank You Nat, for the encouraging word.
Very nice job of putting the reader “into your shoes,” so they really feel the moment you are describing. This is everything a good poem should be.
Thank You Ana Daksina, for stopping by and taking time to write something that truly encourages me.
Oh my gosh, Sonam, such a beautiful poem and photos. I’m praying that someday we will walk across to a free Tibet.
Thank You, Mary Anne Abdo, yeah! we will walk to a free Tibet one day, and at that time the snow lions that chased away the dragons will welcome us with a snow lion dance. Hopefully the day will come soon enough before the wrinkles make their way over my forehead.
You are welcome 😊
A beautiful, but sad poem!
Thank You Roth, for stopping by and going through it.
You are very welcome!
it is such a heartfelt piece , can feel the longing on your heart
Thank You for stopping by and going through this piece.
Amazing poem 💖🌹
Thank You Lesleys for taking time to stop by.