"I have enough time to rest, but I don't have a minute to waste". Come and catch me with your wise words and we will have some fun with our words of wisdom.
So chilling was the winter wind
So scorching was the summer heat
From here to There,
They all will go as they wished
But where can I go from here?
By Sonsnow
Wrote this poem some years back, when I was left back on campus during the vacations.
As the Covid Cases continue to rise in my Homeland, I miss it more today.
“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
I express my sincere thanks to Tibet Rights Collective for coming up with this video featuring my poem, Why are you so silent?
I am a Prisoner
A Prisoner of someone
So strong and powerful,
They hold back my hand
When I raise my fist for freedom,
They twist my tongue
When I tweet for Truth and Justice
I watch the moon moves all alone the whole night,
I count the clock ticks all alone the whole night,
I stare at the ceiling in silence the whole night
Those were the days the nights were too long to pass
And those were the days I miss them the most
I watch the sun setting down to an evening chill,
I watch the cloud passing by the hills,
I watch the birds fly as it wills
Those were the days, the days were too long to pass
And those were the days I miss them the most.
By Sonsnow
Oh White crane!
White crane!
lend me your wings,
I won’t Fly Further to the West
From here I shall return
White crane!
Lend me your ears,
And Hear me out in Silence
Tell them how firmly we Stand
White Crane!
Lend me your Eyes,
And watch me in Distance
How United we stand
By Sonsnow
Why are you so silent?
When your countrymen continue to scream in great pain, Behind the bars with broken bones.
Why are you so silent?
When the monasteries and nunneries are destroyed and demolished down to ashes.
Why are you so silent?
When the forests are fired and trees cut down to Timbers in great number.
Why are you so silent?
When the monks and nuns in great numbers are forcibly evicted from their institutions.
Why are you so silent?
When the singers and writers are imprisoned for speaking out the injustice imposed upon them.
Why are you so silent?
When they mined minerals out of the mountains and made a whole lot of holes in the Himalayas.
Why are you so silent?
When they installed eyes on every street pole and watched you pee and peep in deep silence.
Why are you so silent?
When the rivers and rivulet are controlled by building dams after dams.
Why are you so silent?
When you are not dumb and numb enough to ignore the injustice.
By Sonsnow
Who are you to smile on their behalf?
when you hide their sorrows aside
Who are you to speak on their behalf?
when you do not speak their tongue
Who are you to dance on their behalf?
when you do not know their dance
Who are you to speak on their behalf?
when you tied their tongues too tight
Who are you to liberate them?
when you confine them in Full control
Who are you to speak on their behalf?
when you do not respect their idea
Who are you to wave on their behalf?
When you tied their hand too tight
Who are you to speak on their behalf?
when you do not Speak out the bitter truth
Who are you to pray on their behalf?
when you do not respect their religion
Who are you to speak on their behalf?
when you do not speak their heart out
Who are you to cry on their behalf?
when you do not feel their pains
By Sonsnow
If I die here on a foreign soil
Bury me not, burn me Instead
I have stayed here long enough
with high hopes of homecoming,
Send some of my ashes back to my homeland,
As I have promised to return not long after
Ask my parents not to cry in great grief
They have cried enough in all those years,
Ask them to forget their son,
Who doesn’t deserve a place in their heart,
But tell them they have raised a Men
Who fought well enough until his last breath,
For a nation that is under an Oppression
And for a Country whose Countrymen continues to suffer,
They might smile a bit after it
And I can Rest In Peace
By Sonsnow