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The day shall come

I'm there with you, my dear.
I'll hug you whenever you cry,
I'll give my best to save you from the bad guys,
I'll turn my prayer beads for you every moment,
I'll let everybody know what you've been through,
I'll lend my warm shoulders for you to lean on,
Let me carry you on my hips,
I'll show you the huge glowing ball on the dark skies,
it's far far away from the place we live in,
I'll let you dream that far,
And I'll help you live them too.
I'm standing up now with shaky hands,
But all I have in mind is you,
That tear you shed,
That baton you took,
That plea you cried,
That prayer you wailed,
I promise to be by your side,
Not leave you till you rise,
I'll cover myself with your flag,
I'll treat you like my child.
The time shall come,
When you rise up to the red,
Clamp them with your thousand rays,
Ride on your snow lions
and take your people back home.
The day shall come, my child.

Location: McLeod Ganj, McLeod Ganj

Comments

  1. ugyancNovember 5, 2014 at 8:29 PM

    Gayathree, thanks for words of support, loved your writing...keep it up

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  2. LhakpaNovember 5, 2014 at 11:10 PM

    Gayathree Ganesan, the poem is well written and touching. Thank you for your unconditional support Tibet.
    May you be blessed with goodness in everything.

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