” A Call”

I came up with a visual poem “A Call” I wrote back in 2017
A Call
On that Sunday morning,
When the world laughs with their leisure activities
You too have received that call
From afar Distant Home,
On that morning
Just before breakfast was served
Your phone beeps
And you have received that call
From an unknown number
You have heard a Familiar voice
Quite and Quavering
You got a News
The news that nails our heart
And that call
All of a sudden, ripped us apart all at once,
Dark and Gloomy
The world began to fall and fade away
We were left dumb and numb
And you have received that call
That we Exilic brothers were born to bear
That call
which we don’t want to receive
And You have picked it,
And You bowed down to a table
Black and blind, numb and dumb
You left dead in despair
You have received that call
That,,, that,,,,, call
Which I don’t want to receive
That,,, that,,,, call
You have picked and heard 
“Your Mother Passed Away”
By: Sonsnow


When was the last time?

Tell me
When was the last time 
You called your Mom,
Ask me not 
The story will be sad and Long. 

Tell me 
When was the last time 
You slept in the house you own, 
Ask me not 
I have the same sad story. 

Tell me 
When was the last time 
You had a meal with your family, 
Ask me not 
The story will be long and bitter.  

Tell me 
When was the last time 
You saw your Parents, 
Ask me not 
The story will be sad and Tearful.

Tell me 
When was the last time 
You correctly count your siblings by their names, 
Ask me not 
I lost their count so shamefully.

Tell me 
When was the last time 
You hugged your grandma, 
Ask me not 
She was murdered long before my birth. 

Tell me 
When was the last time
You prayed for our martyrs, 
Ask me not 
It pains me every day.

Tell me 
When was the last time 
You thought about an independent homeland, 
Ask me not 
It keeps me awake all the time. 

Tell me
When was the last time?
You thought about riding horses and crossing hills of the Himalayas, 
Ask me not 
I dream about the same so often.

By Sonsnow 


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Walking close to Tibet

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.

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