With whom shall I share my enduring pain,
decades are gone, but my hopes were in vain.
No mortal has suffered such river of tears
where I always swim with aching fears.
Paradise on Earth was named my country
and no words suffice to praise its beauty.
Fragrant paths greets the traveling band,
in peace I cherished this mighty land.
But, how fatal was fate that destined to fray
the land now ruined and lost in betray.
What flaw confirmed the fall of our lands
that brutally slaved and chained pity hands.
Some diehards were born, but soon they’re razed,
many lives slaughtered and many more caged.
Though crying is heard that insists, please be fair,
perhaps no wind can feel the fading air.
Buds are now grown to lofty woods,
but beauty is blurred in the fog of the rude.
Snow turns to rivers and sea, as in fate,
but the ray of my hope has vanished not yet.
Featured image of Yamdrok Lake. All photos by Cong Yu, Chongqing, China Share this Post
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