Those were the days

In my beloved school

When I used to wait

Wait for the teachers to give me presents!

Such joy unthinkable

I ran, I cried and I laughed

With my hands stuffed with Aloos and gems

To fill my tiny little belly.

Now is the time

Here in my Suja school

When I used to wait

Wait for the children to get my presents!

Such joy remarkable

I walk, I murmur and I smile

With my hands stuffed with books and pens

To tell my lovely I am happy.

Happy Children’s Day!


Changed version of Mark Anthony’s Speech. Sorry for the breach of copyright act. My feeling when I was teaching this lesson in the class.

Friends, world people and Countrymen, Lend me your ears
I come to bury the martyrs, not to praise them
The single act of self immolation they do lives after them
But the good is oft deterred with their bones
So let it be with the martyrs.
The noble Hu Jintao says, they are splittists

If it were so, it was a grievous fault
And grievously had they answered it.
Here under the leave of Hu Jintao and the rest
For Hu Jintao is an honorable men, so are they all, all honorable
Come I to speak in martyrs’ funeral.
They were my friends, compassionate and God fearing
( yet Hu Jintao says they were terrorists
And Hu Jintao is an honorable man)
They hath burned their own body not others
Did this in martyrs seem terrorist?
When the world carried guns and bombs
Our martyrs carried rosaries
Terrorists should be made of sterner stuff
(Yet Hu Jintao says they were terrorists
And Hu Jintao is an honorable man)
You all did see that in Tibet since 1959
Even after hellish acts of Hu Jintao and the rest
Not a single bullet was fired back. Were they terrorists?
(Yet Hu Jintao says they were terrorists
And sure, he is an honorable man)
I speak not to disprove what Hu Jintao says
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love Tibet once not without a cause
What cause withholds you to speak for Tibet?
O judgment! Thou art fled to power and money
And men have lost their reason… bear with me;
My heart is there in Tibet with the martyrs,
And I must pause till it come back to me.

10th March
One more 10th March has come
Time to show we are Tibetans,
Otherwise forgotten because of our own chores,
In a land we cannot call ours.

Once again, marching down the streets
With our customary slogans and shouts
Showing our faces to the people,
We met the other day.

The same old long lecture, with sun pouring in
While digesting the giggles
The next door neighbors make
As if some fancy parade is on.

Reminding the same fellow Indians,
Whose ears are well used to
About Tibetan and the importance of this day,
Like a teacher doing a recapitulation!

And the next day is another picture
A total transformation, as if nothing
Happened the other day
When we nearly puffed our lungs out!

A good 52 years have rolled by
The same old streets, the same old market
Have been used to it, like
Any other local political demonstrations,
Fast begun, faster ended!

Time is running out for Tibet
People are dying in Tibet
Why can’t we understand!
Why can’t we all feel the pain,
And do something different!

Let everyday be 10th march
Making our voices heard loud and clear!


Even the mountains could have been moved by now, why not China!

The morning was unusual
Gloomy and dull
With it’s usual lustre lost
Sure sign of some sad news.

In no time heard the news
The news of our student’s death
A student who is young
Attacked by his prolong sickness.

Here in the hall
Prayers and offerings are done.
Everybody lamented ” so young”
“may his soul rest in peace!”.

Even before I recovered from
This undigested reality
And shocking news among
The already sad episodes in Tibet

Yet another 3 Tibetans immolated inside Tibet!
My tender heart can’t digest
Now the number is 20!

Oh God! What’s this now?
isn’t it time china do something
Why can’t they be moved
Even the mountains could have been moved by now.
Why not China?

Tibetans in Tibet, not one not two but scores self immolating
The whole world witnesses
Lives must be precious by all

Can’t the Chinese still not understand, why Tibetans take such extreme steps!
Even the mountains could have been moved by now!


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