Bhutan

I enjoyed every bit of breath I have taken and I enjoyed every bit of the beautiful scenery I have seen in this beautiful country.
Every bit of beautiful things about Bhutan tells me of how beautiful Tibet could be if it remained independent, in annexed, unoccupied by the aggressiveness and oppressiveness of the Chinese communist government.

If Tibet remained Independent

The grasses must have grown greener
Trees must haven’t turned into timbers
The mountains must have not been mined
Rivers must be running in its natural flow
Rivulet must have been cooler and cleaner
The monks and monasteries must have been in peace
Their prayers must have been a little louder
Their voice must have not been in hoarseness
The Potala palace must have held its height little higher
Bakor street must have its own essence
The song of the sixth Dalai Lama must be singing on the street
The son of snow land must not have been singing his song in silent
He must not have been running and roaming for freedom
He must be having his loved ones by his side

By: Sonsnow

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A Fight for Freedom

“I wish all my countrymen acts more like an activist who calls and campaigns against the agony of the enemy by raising the fist of freedom higher than their head. My heart pains in great depth seeing them acting more of professional politicians, politicizing every small thing, and sits silently on bigger issues, seeking safe space and soft sits. I wish them all to stand together and speak in solidarity with the ones who fight for our common cause.”

By Sonsnow

Journey

“I am too tired of coming here time again and again to see those marvelous mountains and trying to figure out the beautiful things buried behind the boundaries of those high standing Himalayas. Now my eyes are aching and couldn’t see the scenes of the far sight. My legs are limping and couldn’t walk far too long. I am worried to walk and cross them to go back to the home, which is close to my heart.”

By Sonsnow

A Home?

Home?
Ask me not 
It hurts me so often 
It’s not either a place or space 
Where I sleep
Not at all a street or school
Where I walk 
It’s there
Where my heart hovers and hovers 
Until its get hurt
It’s there 
Where I sleep so sound 
As if  I have no tomorrow 
It’s there 
Where I walk and talk 
As if I own every piece of land 
It’s there 
Only there in my dream
And I dream so often

By Sonsnow

It was a Strange year!

It was a strange year
But that year
There were a lot of strange Days
After every booms and blow
Baby cries here
And mother Crawls there
With aches all over their body

It was a strange year
But that year
There were a lot of strange Days
After every bombing and blasting
Temples demolished there
And houses destroyed here
With ashes all over the sky

It was a strange year
But that year
There were a lot of strange Days
After every bombs and bullet
Bodies bleeding there
And blood running here
With Smells all around the ground

It was a strange year
But that year
There were a lot of strange Days
After every greeting and Grinning
Dragon dances there
And Lion laughs here
With politics, all over the world

By: Sonsnow

I hear voices


I hear voices from a far distance
Through the holes of high standing Himalayas
Through the cracks of charming Chinese walls
Through the murky river rushing down to us,

I hear voices from a far distance
From the small cells of squirrel size
From the dark rooms of rat holes
From the long lines of concentration camps,

I hear voices from a far distance
A woman wailing, for her dear husband
A child calling for her father figure
A monk murmuring for his murdered Lama

I hear voices from a far distance
When men in uniform are at distant
When the communist curtains are wide open
When guards at the gate are gone

I hear voices from a far distance
For the land they lost long ago
For the siblings they separated so long
For the freedom they lost long ago

By Sonsnow