Long nights and days!

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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 gazing over the glamorous Potala Palace, the sacred abode of the Avalokitesvara.

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?

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?

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

Protest against CCP Centenary celebration, New Delhi

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

TYC Yellow Guards

Tibetan Youth Congress members providing support and assistance to the poor and destitute amidst the deadly disease.

TYC Yellow Guards

When the world locked down
With an alarm of Chinese Virus,
You see them on the ground
leaving their life at risk,

Here and, there the yellow guard
Guarding the gates and Graves
fighting at the Frontline
With white gloves and Yellow suits

Here comes the Yellow Guard
with an unclaimed corpse
and there goes the Yellow Guard
with cremains, if claimed somehow,

Here comes the Yellow Guard
with a truck full of food
and there goes the Yellow Guard
with a street full of smiles

Call them the Yellow Guard
Or the Frontline Warriors
They were the wonder volunteers
securing the safety of all cities

Here comes the Yellow Guard
At any calls at no cost
and there goes the Yellow Guard
with the whole city sanitized,

Here and, there the Yellow Guard
With an oxygen cylinder on their bike
and mask boxes on their back
Only to save the sicked city

Here and, there the Yellow Guard
All in one for All
Waging a war against the Virus
With a weapon of Volunteer badge

By Sonsnow

Note: The Tibetan Youth Congress (TYC) is a worldwide Organisation of Tibetans united in our common struggle for the restoration of complete independence for the whole of Tibet. Tibetan Youth Congress and its regional chapters have been engaging with social services work throughout this global pandemic. The social service activities TYC engages with are setting up quarantine centers, providing medical devices, sanitization drives, cremation, distribution of ratios to the poor and destitute, and providing assistance to the old and sick in this time of great need.

Ask me Not

Ask me not if I can surrender to the CCP
I am not, and I can not
I am the descendent of deadly warriors
Who long before bowed before no one
And held their head high at their death

Ask me not if I can surrender to the CCP
I am not, and I can not,
I am the descendent of kings and Warriors
Who ruled half of the world not long before
With the wise men’s wisdom from the back
And the mighty forces from the front.

Ask me not if I can surrender to the CCP
I am not, and I can not,
I am the guardian of the murdered men’s last word
And the voice of the voiceless prisoners
who are silenced under the censorship
and suppressed under the dictatorship.

Ask me not if I can surrender to the CCP
I am not, and I can not,
I am the son of snow-land
who owns the ornamental Everest mountains
And the long-running rivers and rivulet
That feeds freshwater to the rest of Asia.

Ask me not if I can surrender to the CCP
I am not, and I can not,
I am the holder of the height of Buddha Dharma
Who can explain the emptiness and impermanence,
That can feed the heart and mind of the Mankind
Amidst the madness of the materialist world

Ask me not if I can surrender to the CCP
I am not, and I can not,
I am an unarmed army
who was exiled not long before,
For pointing little long fingers for freedom
And for twisting my little lengthy tongue for truth

Ask me not if I can surrender to the CCP
I am not, and I can not,
I have Truth and Justice
The weapon of weak and strong
With which I have to be victorious
for the Justice to prevail amongst us.

By Sonsnow

*CCP: Chinese Communist Party

(What I dear to dream)

While the virtual world is giving me a great view of big buildings and the sky touching towers of the west,
I so often dream of the dusty and rusty courtyard of my birthplace.


While the virtual world is portraying me the beauty of love and luxury life of the west,
I so often dream dancing on the hometown grassland with a highland lass.

While the virtual world is entertaining my eyes with the wonders of the west,
I so often dream of wandering in the wilderness of windy and snowy heavenly homeland.


While the virtual world from south to north and from east to the west seems to suits my interest,
I so often dream of the duty I was born to handle and bound to be at my best.

By Sonsnow

CCP Made COVID-19

COVID-19

What if the COVID-19 wasn’t made in China?
The world must have found its cure already,
The world must have not faced this much mess,
We would have not been panicking to this point.

What if the Wuhan city wasn’t under CCP?
Wuhan must have warned the world long time back,
And it must have controlled the virus in its own vicinity,
The world must have not lost many lives.

What if the whistleblower doctor wasn’t accused of spreading rumors?
He must have saved the lives of many,
The world must have not fallen in its current chaos,
We would have been following our regular rituals and schemes.

What if the Virus isn’t as threatening as CCP?
We must have not locked ourselves in the rat-sized room,
We must have full-fledged freedom to roam here and there,
Enjoying breathing the fresh air in and out,

What if the CCP virus wasn’t spread far and wide,
We would have our usual sunny Sunday,
Walking up and down for our regular walks,
Choosing the colors of our choice from the hustle-bustle bazaars.

By Sonsnow

*CCP=Chinese Communist Party

When I die…

When I die,
Bury me not under the burials of bricks
Burn me not with bushes and twigs
Offer my organs to those in needs
And save some for future seeds

When I die,
Do no regular rituals and rights
Do no crying and crawling at my sights
Just do good to the people I care
And do spread the smiles I share

When I die,
Wash me not with your tears
And wait for me not with cheers
I will set myself free to fly
to the land, I long to die

When I die,
Do let me die in peace
With wide-open mouth in cheese
Leave no works undone anywhere
And leave no room for regrets somewhere

By Sonsnow