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….
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.