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when they call me / by a quarter / of the name i was given / by my lama,
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teach me how to be / gesar’s daughter: / fierce / warrior-like / firm in the war for truth
‘I Will Carry the Sky’
Review of book A Home in Tibet by Tsering Wangmo Dhompa
Interpretations of our reality by outsiders telling fantastic tales have turned us into a mono-coloured one-size-fits-all single commodity.
In Exile
An old man below a weeping willow / Hears the wind whipping / The leafless branches / Hanging down
Red Forehead
Why is his blood so hot? They ask, / And I tell them — / That you were orphaned by circumstances
Of Mixed Race
The fading mirage, / The offspring of those poor and clandestine tribes, / Amidst the great mountains and flowing rivers,
Lone-1
World, so full of people / Each one lonely within, / Strives to find that SOMEONE
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,
I am
I am what I am / One for all / All for none, / An empty crevice
My Country
As the purple sky kisses the horizon once again / Life retires in the warmth of the chimney fire,
Telling the Exile Tibetan Story Like It Is
Review of film Dreaming Lhasa by Ritu Sarin and Tenzing Sonam
Review by Dechen Pemba of the film ‘Dreaming Lhasa’: For so many Tibetans born in exile, Tibet is significant as an absence, an omnipresent looming large all-encompassing void.