Our Story Poem by Tenzin Tsewang

We being with love,
before red sweetheart, we have our own glory, golden age. Our enlighten father gave this earth love and our mother produce compassion music from barbaric flute.

We have our share of shame
enemy face smile
applause on silly deed.
prefer salt over sweet
play sour song sweet.

We throw suspicious in the air, yes, we do.
When distance enemy air view about us.
March memory, cold handshake, sacrifice of million
makes only half of our story.