We are in a hollow world br Where people are headless chicken br Bloody revolutionaries, brute force charging together br To slay, the meditating monks. br br Alas! Where are the sane voices? br All dried up br Fearing brutal comrades. br As dry chaff in the storm br Or flies over dead corpse. br Lifeless jokers, dancing meaninglessly. br br Closed streets of Lhasa are red br With the blood of monks and lamas. br Some have crossed to a br Paralyzed other kingdom br To avoid brutal repression br Meeting hollow and stuffed comrades. br br I cannot dare to open my eyes br To see death’s kingdom br Violent sunlight on shattered bodies br Dead land-ruled by cactuses br Raising of a dead man’s head br Under the cluster of dying stars. br br It is death’s world br It is a paradise for ghosts br Moving alone br Trembling with fear br Lips kissing the dying soul. br br Revolutionaries have no eyes br In this Death Valley br Bullets select their own targets, br Poor monks grope together br Speechless on this mountain of dying kingdom. br br Hollow ideas, sad realities br No conception, no creation, no emotion br Havoc is made in the silent valley. br Only for a desire br To live and let live. br br Alas! Roof of the failed world, br Looking-The defender of faith br The Holy One, the Absolute wisdom, br Have mercy, save us. br br br br From: br DR. Yogesh SHARMAbr br Dr.