Heavy Tears Of My Soul Poem by ngawa tenpa

Upon seeing my virgin grassland

My heart promptly cried in joy,

Like a thirsty wanderer in the desert,

Upon seeing a running stream.


Through thick and thin,

She kept on flowing

But who knows the secret of, and

Grief of the Yellow River?



Under the sky of black clouds,

Tough and sting are my fellows

Not watered and blessed with education

But pretend to be the best yet.



Intensely it pains my heart,

And squeezed my soul into tears

But, however, i will leave no stone unturned

To heal my sick home.