...Far in the east end is the land of tawang br call abode of God of humaneness, br first rays of the life of the sun-breaths here that br kiss the existence of the Pagodas that stand tall, br the mantras, the monks; br br In the lap of majestic mountains, happy are the-starving child br than the dying orphans of the glittering streets. br br Hamlets on the hills br bathed by the breeze of the bravery….. br br Brave children plays into the silvery streams, br There he sails a dream boat, br br unknown to the glitzy world; br weird world of wonders. br br Clad in maroon and saffron sacred robe, br The Shangken, the shievir br Like the sky bathed in the holiness br Of the crimson red western horizon br br Never their peace be robbed- br Let the tiny feet wanders through the waning ways, br let it wanes through the pure thorny path of reality. br br Buddhang Sharranam Gatsami: br Dhammang Sharranam Gatsami: br br Voices of the holy child vibrates, br Echoes through the hills br through the white clouds br br Touches the heart of the skies, br blessed are thou, o holy child… br br Here br in the womb of abundance br bounded in fake smile the slaughtered innocence… br Daily prayer, is begging br a reason so hopeless br for living...