Tshewang's Hingtam

I was studying for my examination that day Waking early in the morning from the normal time Like usual the rays had fallen and warm has come, Onto the head of every living and other creatures It was Friday, a good Friday of course holy Friday. The day was peace, more than the words I describe   Without much human disturbance to the nature Without noise, without sound only with the creeping From the dancing birds of swirling sky Suddenly everything stopped in between When the loud sound broke from nowhere From the box, sound of war alike and A sound of flaming debate I felt, that was so rude. I didn’t understand the meaning even I tried But the accent I heard was so rude I was listener-of course, by no other means. The sound later I knew it was- It was a prayer to the god For the mystery and its faith of people on it The prayer for the god, who loves us, The prayer for the goddess who care us And the prayer for the god and goddess who punish...

I will fly someday over your head Without the shadow, without the wings But I don’t know when I will fly- And still I will fly over your head. It is not my prophecy But I doubt it must be my destiny.  Wherever my life leads no matter- I will fly one day and forever I will fly up upon the sky- Without the feathers but with my hands- Without the fur but my hairs I am ordinary and I am certain I will fly. When I fly I will fly-  Till the line of crest cloud And construct my own home Where the peace is without war When I fly I will carry the message-  -Message that stop the war Any try to make this world peace for all Without the red liquid on land Without the  tears from the twinkling eyes. I wanted to fly and was my dream Because this world is so dirty If I fly I will collect all the litters And make the world cleaner  Like that of mysterious heaven I will fly still in rain If I don’t fly flood is going to kill me...