Losar Prayer Poem by Amala Comer
Losar Prayer
Our poets, our scholars
our Sangha, our friends
Disappear, murdered,
is there no end
in sight.
Halt this carnage,
a prayer we all send
to those in the Pure Realm,
to those who can help
in this fight,
is there no end in sight.
The dream of many
to one day return,
not to see headlines
Tibet Still Burns.
21st Feb.2012
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