Verses of a Stateless

a poem by Tenzin Jangchup L

I do not understand why,
We from the dawn of sixties
Marked with an overpowering stamp of

A stock of global sympathy
And an endless rendezvous with extortions and tortures
Visions of hope perishing on the soil of strangers
Forty years of non violence and peace
Yet an International exhibition
Of Human Rights Violation!

We, whose culture is on the brink of
Who from generations are naked – homeless!
From the depth of we pray:

‘Let the world be an abode of joy and peace!
Let humanity be adorned by happiness and glory!
Let we, gain our lost identity!’