The Gate That Set Me Free Poem by Wangchat konyak

It was late winter eve, and Christmas was ahead;
In turns my comrade left to catch the bus;
I know not where, but perhaps for their homes;
In a haven somewhere solace, perhaps unlike our barrack room
In those sad and tired eyes, I saw a living joy;
And their faces worn a gentle smile of hope.
Each of them bided with a wave and vanished at the gate.
Then, there was I supposedly sad and probably happy;
With a wide open black eyes, behold! with a long neck-
Was impatiently yet excitingly looking at that gate;
Awaiting for my turn to be free from a dark barrack room.
And thus, since then, I never looked back,
Nor let my mind to travel at that dark cage.