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.

This Winter

This Winter

This winter, when we are all free to set our footsteps on the new streets and roam around the old city.

This winter, before the Chinese virus, captured our towns and cities and locked us apart in a social distance.

This winter, when we are all enjoying our daily routines in our own space with no excuses and complaints.

This winter, when we are all free to travel from here to there with no barriers to borders and boundaries.

This winter, before we are all locked up in our rat-sized rooms and peep through the curtains for lively activities.

By – Sonsnow

  • Wrote this two years back after the first wave of Covid-19.

I Don’t Want Tibet to Die

French football fans form a Giant Tibetan Flag To Annoy Chinese Viewers

I Don’t Want Tibet to Die

I don’t want Tibet to die,

I don’t want Tibet to disappear,

I don’t want Tibet to be destroyed-

No; I don’t want Tibet to die.

I don’t want Tibet to be filled with Chinese,

I don’t want my children to be called Chinese,

I don’t want my children to become Chinese-

No; I don’t want Tibet to die.

While our self-serving leaders indulge in confusion,

And my fellow Tibetans in exile remain timid and ignorant,

I know a few of us alone cannot make Tibet free-

And yet I don’t want Tibet to die.

Because it is not fair and it is not just,

Because Tibetans have the same right to freedom,

Because I want Truth to triumph over evil-

No; I don’t want my dear Tibet to die.

By-Lhasang Tsering

  • Lhasang Tsering is a writer and a poet, an outspoken advocate of Tibetan Independence.

Country, Nation, Freedom

How wonderful it must be,
To have one’s own Country,
A Country that one belongs to,
A Country that belongs to you.

How wonderful it must be,
No longer to be Stateless,
To belong to nap Nation,
A Nation that belongs to you.

How wonderful it must be,
To regain lost Freedom,
To hold one’s head high,
In liberty and in Freedom!

How wonderful it truly is,
Even to dream of a Country,
A Country that belongs to you,
A Country that will belong to you.

Tibet-the only Country I wish to belong to.
Tibet-the only Country that belongs to me.
A reality that is wonderful to dream about.
A dream that will be a wonderful reality.

By- Lhasang Tsering

* Lhasang Tsering is a Tibetan poet, writer, and activist. He was President of the Tibetan Youth Congress and a founding director of Amnye Machen Institute in Dharamshala, India. He is a vociferous and ardent advocate of Tibet’s independence and a passionate lover of literature

Longings

All that I long for-
Is to return to my home,
Is this too much to ask for?
Is this too much to long for?

All that I ask for-
Is to return to my Homeland,
Is this too much to ask for?
Is this too much to long for?

All that I have always wanted-
Is freedom for my country,
Is this too much to ask for?
Is this too much to long for?

I know I have a house-
But this is not my home,
I know I have a place to stay-
But this is not where  I belong.

Though I enjoy many freedoms-
I know I am not free,
Though I live in freedom-
Still I long to be Free!

By Lhasang Tsering 

Waiting

Waiting to know if she’ll see her son again,
Waiting to know if her man will ever return,
Waiting to know if she will go back home,
Waiting is what a refugee woman must do.

Waiting to know if it is now her turn,
Waiting to know when her daughter must go,
Waiting to know what the final price will be,
Waiting is what a refugee woman must do.

Waiting to know what more she must do,
Waiting to know if the world will help,
Waiting to know if her country will ever be free,
Waiting is what a refugee woman must do.

Waiting is, therefore, what she will do,
Waiting despite the pain and loneliness,
waiting till the end of her dreary days-
For waiting is what a refugee woman must do.

By Lhasang Tsering

The Gifts of Freedom

The Gifts of Freedom

It is in Freedom-
And only in Freedom,
That a singer may sing-
May sing in Joy.

It is in Freedom-
And only in Freedom,
That a dancer may dance-
May dance in Ecstasy.

It is in Freedom-
And only in Freedom,
That an athlete may Excel-
May excel with Pride.

It is in Freedom-
And only in Freedom, 
That an artist may Flower-
May flower to Fruition.

It is in Freedom-
And only in Freedom,
That each may find their self-
And each their sense of Dignity. 

By-Lhasang Tsering


  • Lhasang Tsering is a writer and a poet, an outspoken advocate of Tibetan Independence.

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