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
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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
Time
“I have enough time to rest, But I don't have enough time to waste.” By Sonsnow
Wise Self-interest
Be a great man!
If you think you are too small to do great things, be a great man making
every small thing big.
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
Where can I go from here?
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.
Looking for Tibet
“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