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contributed pieces
Red Sun of Lhasa
by Young Dung Tsering
Thoughts of Valley of Snow
by Young Dung Tsering
Torn between two countries
by Tsoltim Ngima Shakabpa
a poem

Tenzin Tsundue
My Kind of Exile
Kora (full circle)

 
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There have been sporadic attempts to capture the Tibetan-life-in-exile through the medium of writing, the most noteworthy of them from a young poet and an activist, Tenzin Tsundue. Through his poetry, he had woven the intricate details of life in exile. Another poet Tsering Wangmo Dhompa through her recently published collection of poetry, Rules of the House has explored a similar theme.
Short stories
My Grandfather
A Young Tibetan's Dream
Unknown Corridor of Life
His wife, his mother, his liver did him
*above stories are written by me.
 

 

 

Tsering Namgyal on Naipaul
A few Tibetans have dared to explore the themes of exile in English..."
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Tenzin Sonam's piece
He is based in India and his  travel piece A Stranger in my Native Land was published in the fourth issue of Indian literary journal Civil Lines.
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Tibetan Writing in English: An Overview            -Topden Tsering

Western fictionalization of the East makes for a formidable oeuvre, bearing authorships of such diverse genre and generation as Marco Polo, Rudyard Kipling, E.M. Forster, George Orwell, James Hilton, and now William M Bueller. In articulating the exotic, few have achieved that balance between imagination and insight, fantasy and fact, surreal and real. Fewer still have escaped imposing patronizing paradigms upon the places and peoples of their narratives, that prison in portraiture to bring down which it would take the native literary conscience an eternity beyond past or present, as in the Tibetan case realities of foreign occupation and oppression.
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a poem
How I wish I could

Lying on my heavy, wounded heart
are the debris of my destroyed house.
Trying to sweep away those rubbles,
dust swirl in air making me gasp for air.
Crying out help from those rubbles
are my buried loved ones.
But I m helpless.

How I wish I could resurrect the fallen story.
How I wish I could change the dark history

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