OUR MOTHER
1959 they took our mother away
Ever since then we are dying day by day
The huge collapse seems doesn't bother anyone
even the blood that runs from the merciless gun
Reds stole away the mother we had
And we are still fighting for that
She used to shine so bright
But now she has barely any light
We remember the catastrophic day of 1959
and I wonder why the world thinks we are still fine
Our mother says
"It shatters my heart to see my children
Children that have lost their lives
Children that have been killed by knives"
Our Mother is waiting for us
Waiting for the sun to burst
We have to try and try
Cause we cannot let her die
She have to live on and on with this pain
But I wish I could put her up in the frame
She can be healed
If only the world could feel
People asks me "WHO IS YOUR MOTHER?"
I hold my head high and say
"My mother is treasured with love
My mother lives high above
My mother lives where the mountains glows
My mother lives where the rivers flows
I am a child of the beautiful mother well known
I am a child of the beautiful mother that have been torned
And Promise me you will never forget
I am a child of the beautiful mother named TIBET"
Our mother will shows us the way
Till then my brothers and sisters do not give up anyway
The light of hope will come and glow
We will smile and say "BHOE GYALO,BHOE GYALO"
I wrote this poem about our country TIBET (I hope you have heard about it) Pardon my Grammatical mistakes