Khampa Boy

For An Immolated Monk

Today, a joyful moment of my alien home
Hails the sixty fourth birthday of Bharat dome
But a hazy day of my sickly snow state
Unfolds a dawn of thrashing storms of hate

Here I am afar from my homeland
Yet I hear your death the woeful band
Playing the strings quivering with facile fear
And fill the ravenous mouth by blood and tears

We have no weapons and wage no wars
Only an eternal sword which never mars
The truth that never fails to flatter
When it comes to such a matter

We have no battles and make no fight
Only succumbing by sucieding in such plight
The might that breathes away our heaven’s air
Is never a justice done rightfully fair

(15th August 2011, Independent Day of India, Chennai, India)

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Poem Edited: Friday, August 19, 2011

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