Policeman came again!

Policeman Came Again!

Knock, Knock, knocked the door Twice,
Bang, Bang, Banged the door Thrice,
The poor door broke down to the ground,
My mother in her prayer was shocked and frowned.
A man in uniform asked.
If the family had Children?
No, we never had Children,
My father replied with his unusual expression.
The policeman furiously asked again,
with his right hand holding the pistol holster,
Haven’t you heard from your long-lost son?
It sent my family in silence,
My mother cried her heart out,
No, it’s been solid Twenty years!

Sonsnow

Death is so Cruel

Death is so cruel 

Death is so cruel

So often to everyone, 

Young, old and adults 

All it takes away unnoticed. 

Death is so cruel 

So often to everyone,

Rich, poor and destitute 

All it takes away ignorantly. 

Death is so cruel 

So often to everyone,

Leaders, intellectuals and idiots, 

All it takes away indiscriminately. 

Death is so cruel 

So often to everyone,

You, me and others 

All it takes away someday. 

By Sonsnow 

  • Deeply saddened by the untimely death of prominent Tibetan Poet Chen Metak. May he rest peace in the hearts and minds of his readers, and may his works continues to lead the poetry path.

CCP’s Covid Caught my Countrymen



When my countrymen cry with smiling faces,
Airing their frustrations most appealingly, 
Against the authorities that continue to commit atrocities, 
My heart hurts and pains in great depth.

When my countrymen are locked up in quarantine centers,
The poorly facilitated and tightly packed with patients, 
In the most severe and strict policies, they are forced to follow,
My heart hurts and pains in great depth.

When my countrymen continue to cry in agony 
From the rooftops and balconies, 
The only space they can breathe,
My heart hurts and pains in great depth 

When my countrymen are washed by the sanitizing sprays, 
Kicked and hit by the security guards,
Detained and dragged by the authorities, 
My heart hurts and pains in great depth.

By Sonsnow

Sanglo-The Next Year

Sanglo-The Next Year

When we made that Great Escape
You said, with great hope
we will return Sanglo-the next year,
And it never came by in sixty years

When we plant trees under the scorching sun
You said, what’s the need
we will return Sanglo- the next year,
And now the trees grew old and aged

When we replaced bamboo by the break walls
You said, what’s the need
we will return Sanglo-the next year,
And now you are eying on buildings

When we cry for our parents on the other side
You said, what’s the need
We will return Sanglo-the next year,
And it never came by in sixty years

By-Sonsnow

I am Tibet

I am Tibet
The Mountains and Minerals
Which the dragon continues to mine and market,

I am Tibet
The Rivers and Rivulet
Which the dragon continues to dilute and pollute, 

I am Tibet
the Monks and Nuns
Which the Dragon continues to disrobe

I am Tibet
The trees and Monasteries
Which the Dragon continues to destroy and demolish 

I am Tibet 
The Grassland and Grazing ground
Which the Dragon continues to Fence Forcefully 

I am Tibet
The lakes and Lagoons
Which the Dragon continues to hollow out for Fishes 

I am Tibet
The burning bodies and the Freedom Flames 
Which the Dragon continues to Cover 

By Sonsnow

Live with our hope.

I have so many tiny tasks to be done before I go to sleep, and I have many big dreams to dream in every sleeps night. I motivate myself with what I see and experience.

Every day, when I wake up if the dawn displays its morning signs already and birds around my sight communicate with their chirp. I often feel late by day already. I shouldn’t be later than the birds that only work to survive.

Although the birds have wings to fly and can get to their destined destinations faster than we humans. They often wake up earlier than us. That is the reason why we fail to fly even though we dream to fly so often.

When the evening dusk sends its signs with silence and darkness, we all start thinking about the next day. How confident we are to believe that we will live to the next day.

Life is impermanent, but let us all live to our hope that we will have another day to prove our potential.

By Sonsnow

Looking for Tibet

87-Year-old HHDL looking out at the view in the early morning from his residence in the remote Himalayan village of Lingshed, Ladakh, UT, India on August 11, 2022. (Photo by Tenzin Choejor)

“At the age of 16 I took responsibility for Tibet at a difficult time and in so doing I lost my freedom.  At the age of 24, I lost my country and became a refugee. I have met all kinds of difficulties, but as the Tibetan says, ‘Wherever you are happy, you can call home, and whoever is kind to you is like your parents.’  I lost my country, but I’ve been happy and at home in the world at large.  Living a meaningful life is not about acquiring money and other facilities; it’s about dedicating your life to helping others as much as you can.”

His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama

As His Holiness sits silently without a slight sign of his usual smile, 

My heart pains in great depth. 

As His Holiness gazed towards the homeland hills, as far as his eyesight can reach, My heart pains in great depth. 

As His Holiness prays for the well-being of his people, who he couldn’t reach out to, 

My heart pains in great depth. 

By Sonsnow

Why are you so silent? Video

I express my sincere thanks to Tibet Rights Collective for coming up with this video featuring my poem, Why are you so silent?

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