Mao's Pleas.
Today I wake upto the sound of pouring snow.
It was thou Mao-Tse-Tung, I remember.
Thy madness in disguised form of reform
full of chaos and fury,
Which at this time for thee
signifies nothing.
Thou butchered not only
mine race...
but thine too.
And now thou lay
there crying in the grave
mourning and repenting
for it is too late.
Thou not only raged mortals
but nature too...
and now thou face nature's rage
that chill thy bones
giving thee sleepless night,
even in the grave.
And the bloods of innocents
which is unfathomable
drowns thee...
and cries of innocents...
pierce thy ear
making thee deaf.
In such circumstance,
thou shout and scream
to tell the ultimate fate
to thy fellow men
but all thine effort
goes in vain.
I heard it all and Mao's pleas.
So, here am I
to reveal and to convey
Mao's pleas to thee...
thee fellow beings of his.
Don't let Tibetans' effort go in vain.
Otherwise thou will realize
in the grave...
Thy life was spent in vain.
Wangdi Gyalpo.
Poetry by Wangdi Gyalpo
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Written on 2007-03-10 at 07:23
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