Waiting For Liberty Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

It is very sad to live without you,
Since a brutal nation has snatched,
The joy of living with dear you,
And I contemplating of all the pain notched.

O my dear Tibet! When will you be liberated?
Which I have to claim and kill the usurper,
Crush behind and suppress, the brigand;
For how can I breathe in this death chamber?

Freedom of my soil is a task uphill,
Of your sweetest children are sad, stricken;
In your presence by what your absence still:
To encompass you, I school myself and enlighten.

To saw you go; how terrible, it was;
To reclaim that glory before the dragon spreads its wings,
But though I am living without my dearest lass,
Surely, I can't live without your fragrances' hiss.

The notion of slave hauls my heart and head down,
And throws me down into the deep of frost,
The slaved years had cost all the hopes flown,
And pleasures that are withered and lost;

And I remember the joy of freedom I drank and grow,
Gushing over the feeling there the spirit song came roaring,
On the silence everywhere: living with shame and sorrow,
Joy of freedom usher and misery and pain flee, howling.