Tibet Poem by Uday Prakash
Tibet
Having come from Tibet,
Lamas keep wandering around
These days, mumbling mantras
Their herds of mules
Go down into the gardens
They do not eat marigold flowers
How many flowers
On one marigold plant,
Papa?
When it's the rainy season
in Tibet,
What season
Do we have?
When it's three o'clock
In Tibet,
What time
Is it here?
In Tibet
Are there marigolds,
Papa?
Do lamas blow conch shells, Papa?
Papa,
Have you ever seen lamas
Wrapped in blankets
Running quickly
In the darkness?
When people die
Lamas stand
On all four sides of their graves
And bow their heads
They do not recite mantras.
They whisper - tibbut
tibbut tibbut
tibbut tibbut
tibbut tibbut
And they cry
all night long.
Do lamas
Cry just
Like us, Papa?
[Translated from Hindi by Robert A. Hueckstedt]
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4/19/2024 7:14:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A poem of Tibet, Tibet the land of the Lamas where the poet as a visitor has tried to peep into their life, culture and tradition. A northerner e is having a tryst with the Tibetans and Tibet.But is silent about the Tibetan refugees. The poem reminds us of Kipling's Kim.