MU'S LIFE....

I was on a bench
Watching every one on campus
A girl was talking on the phone aloud
With a cigarette in her hand
Bunch of bicycles tied with chains…’
Everyone was rushing on their way to library and class
Some were Americans, Africans, Chinese, Indians
But I was the only Tibetan.


A boy and a girl were holding hand
I wonder, are they in love?
Some were dragging their feet under the tree
The girl was still on the phone, with the cigarette half gone

Everyone was checking their text messages
As they don’t have anyone to talk to
poor creatures, i wonder what they think
They are slaves, slaves of the so called “technology”


I saw a man on a wheelchair, on his way home
Some were drinking starbucks coffee, while walking
Some were listening songs to an i-pods
I was at the center, watching everyone

Like I have nothing to do, no one to talk to,
I feel like a alien....


Everyone has a backpack, full of books, water bottle on the side
Iheard the bell rang (aloud)
The girl was still on the phone, her cigarette was gone with the wind
the girl went to the class.

The trees stood still
A pale leaf falls on the ground
A squirrel was trying to hide, as if i was going to hurt
but, i am not anyway

I walked further, sat on a wooden bench
Birds were chirping as they were trying to tell me something
The bell rang for the second time

Someone forgot his empty cigarette packet under the bench
I wonder who left it?
People were walking up and down
A tall man with a low voice, tiny ears.
A skinny boy with a load of book on his back, I am afraid he may fall…
I knead my rosary over and over again...
and yes, i feel like an alien