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
Category: English Poems
If I die here on a foreign soil
Attempt my hand in shooting, editing, and recitation for the first time. You are most welcome for guidance in smoothing the skill and deepening the Knowledge.
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
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