Tibetans MOTHER dumps HUJINTOA

Tibetans MOTHER dumps HUJINTOA

Fifty one and eleven years propositions

Chinese leaders to Tibetans mother

Still leaves them on depressing

When each them hops one higher stair

Furthering them to more miles away

A pride for martyr Tibetans mother



Crimson cheeked on oily green meadows

Shines its waves crowning herself after all

Leaving breathe unto milky souls

Holding them on blocked ducks

Mighty souls of grandeur world



All are born for lives

Lives are grown for helps

Helps are nurtured for shares

When one blinks in prioritizing

The world to be beamed on sparks of shine

Bequeathing thy voice sparks on assaulting Tibetan mother



I am a Tibetan

My mother is neither a widow,

Neither married nor a bride

A crystallized and compassionate

Nurtures six and more millions

Feeding a continent through single wave

Raising hope and fading filthiness on thy hearts



My mother is in bar

Rejecting HUJINTOA’S propose of happiness

Ascending masked so restlessness now

Carrying Watt backup

Searching happiness for fifty years and eleven more

he proposed with blood and sheel

Ends with hug of desperate