Free

FREE… I see these beautiful, soft patches of clouds; Spread all over the high above blue sky. Flocks of birds lightly being carry away by the wind, seem like they are bathing in soft cotton. Added upon, the warmth that they get from the sunrays boost them up. So do they move to every possible corner of the World; With no worry of being trapped, No worry of rules, and No worry of suffocation of being under oppression. I wonder how do they feel. I wish they have had the ability to talk to tell me how do they feel. Ironically, Human should be enjoying every bits and pieces of happy moments of freedom. Unlike these birds, we do talk, understand and think. If it is, then why do Tibetans still lack the basic rights when the source of all these are human. Why just they cannot let it go and Sort it out by dialogue. Tons of Tibetans undergone waves of fiery protest; (which is what a moment to hesitate and cry when think of). To call for the international community, Telling them this is how they seek peace rather than being alive under the oppression; Telling them this is the way they got to show the world of their sufferings. I would rather be a bird than being born as a human; not in a million years at least. And I pray for my fellow Tibetans and martyrs for their next life to be born as a free bird.