Under the lazy sun, i basked
Reminiscing the past of joy and peace.
A shadow crept in, over the white snow
Was it the red star rising from the east ?
I have aged now with time,
The greys and the wrinkles showing signs of
pain.
From a free soul to an unknown entity,
Untold stories, as i tread down the memory lane.
In my early days, i remember,
I was happy and wanted to remain.
Things have changed now and i wish i could go back,
And feel how it is to be free again.
When my neighbours first moved in,
“Peace and prosperity to all”, i
heard them sing.
But it was too late before i realized,
Those were the only two things they forgot to
bring.
Today, i am just a lonely soul,
And my children are all scattered around the
world.
I remember when they left me with tears,
Their last look promised to return, before i
grow old.
Now, time is running out,
And my patience slowly wearing thin.
If i had a voice, i would cry out,
“Come back soon, before i give in”.
I pray that i see my sons for the last time,
Before the world forgets me and my past glory.
To the people out there who don’t know me,
I am Tibet and this is my story.
