This is a poem about my country Tibet Roof of the world, and here I try to
expressed the frustration, A poet who lost his identity, dignity, when the
Gaint Red Chinese captured Tibet, in the year 1959. Feelings of refugee.
hard to understand, in this



My Shadow

Today my shadow
Runs away form me,
And laugh at me
Slap on my visage.
And crying
I look at mirror
My image tease
Spitting on my face,
And scold me you fool!
I felt shame to say that,
I am your image and shadow.
Ask your self-questions...
Who are you?
Your identity
Your dignity
For the sake of Mother Tibet
What have you sacrificed?
Make me free from Chinese domination.
Tolerance and patience now I lost.
I want to be free at any cost.
Do or die now start...
Now start






Poetry by Tsewang Dorjee9
Read 602 times
Written on 2007-04-03 at 18:27

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text


Zoya Zaidi
Yes, there is no agony,
Greater than the agony
of being a prisoner
In your own country.

I can understand your passion
Your agony!

(((Hugs dear Dorjee!)))
Love,Zoya
2007-04-03