"While many Westerners have regarded Tibet as the mysterious hidden sanctuary, Tibetans have looked elsewhere for such a place."
[Edwin Bernbaum, The Way to Shambala]
Walls of tears
Confined our lives and dignity
Hushed in fear
The peaceful days are gone
As memories
Invasion kept us prisoners
Nails of scorn
Were driven through those masks
That made us strangers
Their anger kept us prisoners
Doors of stone
Concealing truth for years
Silently
Days of fear
Are carving path for us to take
Mournful years
Could never wilt our hopes
In freedom's sake
[...in the memory of Kelsang Namtso]
["On September 30th, 2006, climbers preparing to summit Cho Oyu, a mountain nineteen miles east of Mount Everest, watched in horror as border guards fired at a group of Tibetans fleeing to India via Nepal. Kelsang Namtso, a seventeen year-old Tibetan nun, was killed in the a**ault."]
[Jonathan Green, Murder in the High Himalaya]
Escaping from this misery
Darkness shall unfurl its wings
And gives us all the answers
Each footstep made with bravery
Dreadful chains
Are breaking from our feet
Fee, we'll be.
In time,
One's fate finds peaceful grounds
In sight,
One's eyes triggers and shoots
In pain,
One's fates finds crimson grounds
In vain,
One's eyes captured the truth
Absconders
[Edwin Bernbaum, The Way to Shambala]
Walls of tears
Confined our lives and dignity
Hushed in fear
The peaceful days are gone
As memories
Invasion kept us prisoners
Nails of scorn
Were driven through those masks
That made us strangers
Their anger kept us prisoners
Doors of stone
Concealing truth for years
Silently
Days of fear
Are carving path for us to take
Mournful years
Could never wilt our hopes
In freedom's sake
[...in the memory of Kelsang Namtso]
["On September 30th, 2006, climbers preparing to summit Cho Oyu, a mountain nineteen miles east of Mount Everest, watched in horror as border guards fired at a group of Tibetans fleeing to India via Nepal. Kelsang Namtso, a seventeen year-old Tibetan nun, was killed in the a**ault."]
[Jonathan Green, Murder in the High Himalaya]
Escaping from this misery
Darkness shall unfurl its wings
And gives us all the answers
Each footstep made with bravery
Dreadful chains
Are breaking from our feet
Fee, we'll be.
In time,
One's fate finds peaceful grounds
In sight,
One's eyes triggers and shoots
In pain,
One's fates finds crimson grounds
In vain,
One's eyes captured the truth
Absconders