For Nangdrol Poem by Amala Comer

For Nangdrol



Such a lonely place
far from public gaze.

The body of the young monk
lies,
broken, burned.

His voice still raised,
carried on a cloud
that comes down to shroud
this tragic scene.

A wind to carry him
into his dream
of a Free Tibet

The land he once knew.

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1st March 2012
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