Sombhum's Journal II Tibetan Blogger II Freelancer

…SPRING… Gilded landscape with yak, horse and sheep People enjoy their prosperity into more deep It reverberates my nomadic childhood days. With tactility of joys. …SUMMER… The beautiful blossom scenery. Capped with green grassy. And the endless meadow. Emulates the heaven’s shadow. …AUTUMN… The leaves are dry and brown Air shower the sparkle leaves down Whole atmosphere is fragrant and cool Reminds me once again I was stuck in school …WINTER… Everywhere cold, snow, and white The winds are wild, chill and bite Where the cranes are flying to the south. Knocking the season with shivering animal’s teeth                                                                                   ...

                                                                                                                                                          -Som In fact, I was born in Tibet and brought up in India, but I never ever have had a thought of being Chinese rather than a little Tibet-Indian boy who is grown up with dal and rice, even not in my dream. Tibet was an independent country before Chinese occupied it in early 1959. Tibetan people would never accept that "Tibet is a part of China" but we are a historical neighborhood, even Wuhan city itself is not much far from my birthplace, Amdo,...