Year 2020

Year 2020

A Poem by Ngawang Tibet

Greeting thee like baby,
From the corner of nature’s lobby,
Days slipped into months,
Months slipped into years, by depths;
Who really counted the number,
As a notorious gambler?

Every year tells a story,
If that hath been a glory,
Some years struck by sorrow,
Which could be a burden of morrow,
By then, ye mighty god of love,
Embrace me with thy roof of above.

The moon, the sun, the stars have risen,
A new beginning begins with a horizon,
An end to the old-fashioned behavior,
Changes come, hustle like juvenile,
No more promise, stick to the truth,
Never say die, simply live with a good faith.

© 2020 Ngawang Tibet


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Ngawang Tibet
Ngawang Tibet

New Delhi , Delhi , India



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his name is Ngawang Norbu and born in Tibet. He likes to read and write, and he is an average basketball player. Currently he is pursuing his career studies on politics or MA in International Relation.. more..

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