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"My Short History"

Lhoka is a place where I was born.
In my family there is four (re)members
Father, mother, brother and me.
When I was leaving Tibet
I didn't get a chance to go to school,
Because I did different work.
But now I stay in India.
I have got a chance to go to Gu Chu Sum school.
I was very happy.
I am studying computer and English
Then Tibetan.
By Dawa

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There looks like a pretty girl.
Near my small cottage.
It is shining like a star
And smells are very sweet.
Bees are flying on it
And suck its juice.
When always we see it,
It makes us feel happy.
By Sonam Dekyi

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Time

Don't pray to get freedom
Try to struggle for it
Don't wait for other's support
Try to stand on your own feet
Don't waste time
Try to study hard to get freedom
From the red Chinese hand.
By ???

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When we went to the market
We saw people shouting
And having an argument.
My friends and I thought
This was very funny
And laughed
Because they looked like cozy people.
The people continued to shout
Whilst I bought some vegetables
And were still shouting when we left.
We went back to Gu Chu Sum
To my friend's room.
By Tsewang

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Once upon a time, I was very happy
Because I met my parents in my dream
In Lhasa.
My mother was very sad.
She held my hand and she told me
"A very long time I didn't see you.
I miss you so much."
She said that while crying.
Tears were coming
From her eyes.
After I woke up, I looked out the window.
I saw a beautiful moon.
It looked like my mother.
Now I live in India
But my mind is not here.
By Tendol

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There lived a very poor donkey
This donkey's temper was very kind
But his friend's temper had gone
From bad to worse.
One day, he and his friend went to market.
There were lots of donkeys for sale.
His friend told him
That he was a nice donkey.
That so many people liked him
And that he would sell him
For a very expensive price.
If you are not happy, you can come back.

He sold his friend on the market.
He thought he would become rich.
But unprecedentedŠhis life.
It is unforeseen in his life.
One day, something became bad (or good).
What was he thinking?
That donkey was me.
By Tenzin

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About Dosampa's dreamŠ
Dosampa dreamed he used his
Arms as wings.
He spread this and flapped them
Like a bird, and flew
Over hills and fields and the earth
Below looked wonderful.
He never saw such a beautiful sight.
By Yeshi

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Between friend loyalty
Today is my unlucky day.
I and my friend are very friendly.
But I don¹t do wrong because my friend Is very angry with me.
So foul in the mind tearful
And suffering.
I hope you tolerate me
Because our friend loyalty is valuable.
Now I have many sufferings,
So I feel crazy.
Please, consider my suffering.
By Penor

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Weakness

My brother's karma Is that he's blind.
He lost his sight
At thirteen.
He accepted this.
I often wonder
What it would be like
To be blind.
You would have to depend on others.
You would depend on other's senses.
My brother loves the feel
Of cats' fur under his hands;
The smell of flowers
The taste of paks and momos
And the sound of guitar.
But he will never see these things.
He will see only blackness --
Perhaps he can imagine them.
By Tsering Chokey

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No Topic

God's love?
One by one leave in disappointment's tear
And another one by one bear in life's bell
Wish and try to tear the darkness,
And dash away to the light's dream.
Rough/rude God!
Take a long breath
And you can know that God is rough.
Bird in a cage. Who can help? Cage?
Born in darkness.
Life emerges in darkness.
What is the pure lightness?
Try to light a fire--dream.
But, the dream turns against the reality
And will ask "What is the reality?"
Is it the turn against life or other?
In the end, it only could have been an Empty hand's hunter.
Perhaps the God is not rough.
Perhaps the God sneers at my empty hands.
I say I am infinitesimal.
My all of me, only can liken to
Hands of dust.
Promise turns against reality.
Reality killing promise.
My dream is the love.
W here is the love?
What is the reality?
Reality prohibits dream.
The dream like a motto‹sorrow.
By Dosampa

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