All that I long for- Is to return to my home, Is this too much to ask for? Is this too much to long for? All that I ask for- Is to return to my Homeland, Is this too much to ask for? Is this too much to long for? All that I have always wanted- Is freedom for my country, Is this too much to ask for? Is this too much to long for? I know I have a house- But this is not my home, I know I have a place to stay- But this is not where I belong. Though I enjoy many freedoms- I know I am not free, Though I live in freedom- Still I long to be Free! By Lhasang Tsering
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Where can I go from here?
So chilling was the winter wind
So scorching was the summer heat
From here to There,
They all will go as they wished
But where can I go from here?
By Sonsnow
Wrote this poem some years back, when I was left back on campus during the vacations.
Homecoming Winter
Delhi has an extreme climate. It is very hot in summer and very cold in winter. So when I wear shorts on my campus during winter. People around me must have thought what the hell he is doing with shorts in the shits cold winter, but the truth is I want to feel at home at least in the winter.
By Sonsnow
The climate on the Tibetan plateau is cold and typical of the high-altitude plateau climate.