By Ngawang Tenzin
Four friends crossed the line of control;
one was shot with bullets
another died of starvation
two crossed the rivers
hid in the deep forests
walked on the dark roads;
prayers of Avalokiteshevara the only hope
Before stepping from the fearful den
another died from malaria
bared feet and empty stomach;
welcome by freedom in the alien world.
HAPPINESS is losing dear friends?
I cursed my fate
and GOD… if it exists.
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