A Poem of Separation
And after years of escape and separation / You still recollect those native hills / Those prayer-flags,
Of Exile and Refuge
Who knows what sunshine / the spring has in its fold for the / soul yearning for its shore
Cold Mountain Songs
For ages / I have been gone / from the home in the Cold Mountains
Horizon
From home you have reached / the Horizon here. / From here to another
A Nomad’s Song
“I am not a creature of enclosed spaces, / I am the invincible spirit of the Changthang.”
A call from Home
Under the lazy sun, I basked / Reminiscing the past of joy and peace.