I FEEL HOPELESS

LOBSANG WANGDUE

 

When i conjure up the tears of my mother,

Living far far away,

I feel hopeless,

When i see the greying hairs of my mother,

Entering into her twilight,
I feel hopeless,

When i hear the brothers and sisters

In our own backyard getting murdered,

Without doing anything harmful,

I feel hopeless,

When i see the scenes

Where our proud countrymen burn themselves alive,

With us on their mind,

I feel hopeless.