Over and over they tell me
'You are Chinese
no Dalai Lama
no Tibet
no such thing as Free'.
The mind starts to slip
after so many years,
'Who am I really,
is this a trick'
How many seasons have passed by
the bars of this prison?
Or is this my home?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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