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Oh
God!! This question visits me again and again
In my heart,
Where am I from? Where am I from…?
Alas, I have no answer for it
Because I am too young to answer it correctly.
I am doing my schooling here in India.
Oh, does this mean I am from India?
No! This answer comes from my heart
Without a second thought.
Night is so still and too silent.
My eyes observe what I can’t hear
From a mute night.
But the only thing I can hear
Is the same question,
Where am I from?
It breaks all outer silence
Which is hidden within the meaning of
“Where am I from?”
Yes, I come from a land of golden snow.
I look at my clothes
Which I wear so close to my body,
Like art made of ordinary sheep wool,
Green in color. |
My
clothes are not only my uniform,
But also my armour,
As it saves me from the dangerous sun.
The tie which I wear on my neck
Is not only my tie,
But also my dignity.
The pen that I carry is blue in color.
It is not only a pen,
But also a weapon
Which is going to pierce to the heart
Of my enemy,
Peacefully, without pain.
At the moment, I am doing my studies
And I consider my school
Like a paradise on the earth.
This makes my life so much better.
However, I still remember the question,
Where am I from?
It will always stay with me.
It is my duty as a Tibetan.So, I am from the snowland
And, I am also a daughter of Tibet.
So, I am from the snowland
And, I am also a daughter of Tibet. |
