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That night I turned back and looked at my home,

I thought I will be back soon!

I climbed those mountains and felt them over and over again.

I walked for hours and days.

In the middle of my journey I kissed goodbye to some of my folks and my yak.

But I still walked only with the desire to come back.

It’s been 50 years I am still thinking of my motherland.

This land where I am staying gave me shelter,

But it’s not my own.

I am a refugee over here

And I must go back to my home….

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This poem is inspired by a deeply engaged work with Tibetans residing in Majnu Ka Tila.  This poem is an attempt to depict the state of all the people I interacted with over there.

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