Buds Of Tibet - Poem by Tsewang Dorjee
Buds of Tibet-forget not the year 1959-
When bloody actions of our foes perish
The Chinese cruelty and the genocide there;
Reminds me and I close my eyes and the
Scream I still hear
Its faintly sounds overshadow the light of Asia,
Whoever hears our country’s cried
In astonishment yea!
Listen you oh Chinese in your heart of hearts!
That the flame of freedom burning forever in
So long our country is free from your yoke;
The flame of freedom shall burn amongst our folk.
Buds of Tibet nurse and idealize these seeds of thoughts!
Preserve dreams in the blood of bloods to
Free our existential salts.
To free our country is our duty solemn
And birth right.
And thus the logic of events for us is to fight.
Neither for fame nor for delight; but for the
Love of our nation we have to fight.
Wake up oh buds of Tibet! In the bed of
Luxury and sloth,
Awake them sleep no more and go ahead for
This glorious fight;
Till last breathe and the day breaks after the
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