Waiting for hope .......
Journey Of Love and Despair
The moment was still stuck in my mind when i put my 1st right step out of Tibetan border,i just turned back slowly and overlooked the beautiful blue sky and snowy mountains where i had rekindled my love with yangki. Besides after i reached India, the only way that i could see and visualize my country is possible only by closing my eyes. Anyhow, all of you know that it is only my long waiting for hope to close my eyes forever only at the country where i was born and grown up with yangki.
Then with my eye close, i collected pinch of soils from my mother land and i enrolled it by the white Tibetan scarf which was given by my ever loving childhood friend for my safe journey to India. I wished how fortunate it will be if this white scarf is given my beloved parents, but i had never been blessed to experience the love and care of my parents since i was seven years old because the Red Republic of China had 1stly came to our country with smile on their faces and secondly , they had contaminated my country (the land of god )soil with blood and skeletons my country men.
so i had made promised to take these blooded soil to the country where the Lord Buddha had taken birth in order to get it cleansed and nourished with love and compassion of Lord Buddha. Thereby, i can entertain a dream that oone daywe can returned with His Holiness the Dalai Lama to our own country with purified soil in our own hands. It is the dream of most of our brownish tTibetanpeople to see a glance of His Holiness the Dalai Lama. Even my heart says that My ever loving Childhood friend yangki is wwaitingfor our hope of rejoined dinner with candle light at Lhasa,The capital of Tibet. Likewise Millions of tTibetanare waiting for hope to see Tibet becoming independent. I am also the one among the millions of tiTibetansho are waiting for hope and for my hope my life's journey of love and despair babag anere.
