Tsang,
TSANG
The land I haven't seen
The water I haven't drunk
The ground I haven't walked
The dust I haven't touched
The wind I haven't felt
Yet, is alive, merged
with my existence
for it’s the land
my father have tilled
upon those hills
our yaks have grazed
it's in those rivers
my father swam
It’s in that wind
my grandpa's chants floats
and it’s the land
my father longed to be
and where my ancestors rest
and so shall mine
and my children to come
Copyright © Nova Teji | Year Posted 2014
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