[Guestpost by Ten Phun, a Tibetan youth residing currently in exile. He is part of a generation that was born in Tibet but brought into exile for better educational opportunities and thus, never grew up under the security of family]

I don’t know if I will ever see my homeland,
I  only know someone there misses me.

I don’t know how old my heart is,
I only know my five-o’clock-shadow tells it all.

I don’t know how to write a constructive poem,
I only know how to pour feelings into words.

I don’t know complicated philosophies,
I only know salt is salty and sugar is sweet.

I don’t know what the future might hold for me,
I only know I am still breathing.

I don’t know how foolish I actually am,
I only know I am very stubborn.

I don’t know if fate exists or not,
I only know hurting someone’s feelings is wrong.

I don’t know whether failure is a part of life,
I only know how to digest it and move on.

I don’t know how each second goes,
I only know we will all become old.

I don’t know when Tibet will be free,

  I only know the birds in the sky fly free.

 

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