At The Guru's Capital Poem by Tenzin Tibet Kunsang

In the Talkora Ring
The Sikyong revived the old talk
He did enthused us however

Refueled with limitless validity
The outcry of PoLa's & MoLa's
Has made my heartstrings repair

Stimulated with full momentum
We walked the truth
Amidst the antiquated spell

Hearing out aged Pola's
Trembled slogans of Free-ing Tibet
Mola's did actually outcried oceans

The red cheeked Phosar Mosar's
In Rangzen's painted face
Marched the street with jumbled hopes

Under The vintage sky, I was wondering
The synchronized voice of gangchen pa's
How far is it abreast the luxurious ears?