To You from Exile
Since no cranes are left / I can only send my / Message with the winds; …
On the Wing
’… … to Lithang and back’ / That’s what he said
Nomad III Revisited
He slowly gathers up his shaggy herd / To prepares them for the lowlands,
Gyalpo Tsering
Poet, completed his schooling from the prestigious Dr. Graham’s Homes in Kalimpong. In 1973 he left his teaching job at the Tibetan Children’s Village school to join the Tibetan resistance — then operating from Mustang, in western Nepal. Later he also worked at the Information and Publicity Office of His Holines the Dalai Lama (now …
Lhasa Barkhor Song
I rose in the morning hoping the sun will shine, / The Barkhor filled with bright prospects
To Spin the Wheel of Life
Buried in the folds of memory fading away / It’s my turn to spin the wheel of life again.
A Nomad’s Song
“I am not a creature of enclosed spaces, / I am the invincible spirit of the Changthang.”
Majnu Ka Tilla Dreams
How easily we forget that / A passionately new dawn / Sinks into cloudy darkness,
Greeting a new child
You, a golden child are born / On this autumn’s early dawn;
Search of Gesar’s Sword
Another lonely night / Among moss and shrubs / With the sky as my blanket
The Rebirth
Oblivious to my mother’s pain, / I leave her warm womb unwillingly / Fragile and unattended.
The Last Stand
Born with a mission or / To idle away the time / With wistful dreams?
First Snowfall
The raven caws / from above; / Below him
Cold Frost
Yesterday / Like the sun / You shone
At the End of the Rainbow
I have no summer; no marigold / No dandelions ride in the gentle wind,