Resounding Reminiscence Of A Refugee Poem by Dechen Doma Sherpa

Silence of the night brings no peace in my war worn mind
Home is but fleeting memory in my wakeful dream
Where i belong from is now mere rubble of human skulls
My heritage is but a shameful exile of mass exodus.

The land of my Soul is is where my heart resides
Sheltered and protected i recall the fragrance of my soil
The hopes of my clans is now but to survive in the alien lands
But it is in the dreams that we are Alive and returned to our free sky.

Haunting heavenly memories of the land i call my home
Yearning fearing heart with desire to claim my own
Scattered fettered souls wandering across my globe
Its a tale of mine and others, echoes of mortal chronicles.