Songbird Poem by Kathup Tsering

Under the blue sky
Thoughts soar on clouds with wings
To you, sweet singer
With your natural beauty
Sing, for me, that I might hear you
For now I am a mere homeless
Man

The words I hear
Are invisible to the truth

Clean, fresh, light showers
Fall softly around you
My sweet singer
I am now a cellblocked man
And you are distanced from me
Your home is beyond the Himalayas'
I cry

Life, as it was, is far from my view
I have not journeyed from my faith in life
In my heart I stand
With you