Existence Anonymous
We are all late, except him / We are late for the ceremony of death,
Cold Mountain Songs
For ages / I have been gone / from the home in the Cold Mountains
A Dance
A lone yellow leaf / nods on a brown branch / a soulful scene, / wind blows
Tears of Regret Flow Uncontrollably
When a girl of fifteen is not sent to school but is given over to the milk cows; / When a charming, slender girl does not marry but is used by a swindler;
Song of an Old Tibetan
I sing for all things dead and alive / For all things moving and still / For all moms who cry for their far away sons,
Friends
An American buddy of mine, / Journeyed to the Land of Snow. / He drank a mouthful of melted snow
Broken Tunes
how they took away everything / and left only a handful of / joyless songs on our trembling lips
To D.G.
Dear Dondrup Gyal / Do you hear me? / There are these who say / You are a hero of our nation.
After Spring
Spent and sad after spring / walking the darkness / drenching in the night rain
I am
I am what I am / One for all / All for none, / An empty crevice
The Tibetan in Mumbai
The Tibetan in Mumbai / is not a foreigner. / He is a cook
Blood Flowing on the Snow Mountain
A snow mountain should be white. / It doesn’t make sense to drops of red blood.
The Wish
There is no time to waste on you / You’re just a wretched peasant
To Boat People
Oh, you brave people / I greet you in exile!
America
I bare my breast to you / Because you have ceased
A Personal Reconnaissance
From Ladakh / Tibet is just a gaze away.
The Broken Plough
Now that our plough is broken / What shall we turn it into
Dylan, Me and Robin Hood
On the Friendship road / We travel writing a note / Dylan, me and Robin Hood,
Destination
With Mama’s loving care / Daddy’s warm smile / With home’s soothing air
The Song of a Woman
Living with my lipstick and this black kohl liner / One hundred and eight images portrayed in a lone mirror