Pain Of Slavery Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Do not yet, bath in river Lethe my friends, stay—
Stay till you win your freedom, good old year,
Sighs of Tibet waiting your fiery way,
Lift gums and shed fear.
Oh stay; oh stay,
Slaughter the butchers and fly away.

Suicide is the sigh of defeat but is high and strong,
Invoke your fiery spirit and wake;
Yet one more final fight and enjoy song:
Open your inner strength for Tibet's sake.
Oh stay; oh stay,
Your duty for the land be done, and then away.

Break the brute's hands; hug tolerant hands:
Burn all the ammunition in the dragon store.
And shall we turn to free milestones where she stands;
Slavery has a beginning and an end too, no more;
Oh stay, oh stay,
Wipe out my foe, give me honor, and then away.