More poems from Geancarlo
Tierra de esperanza,
tierra de sabiduria,
tierra de valor,
tierra de fortaleza.
Belleza sin igual,
incomparable como ninguna.
Vastos valles y planicies, ciudades en lo alto,
maravillas que encantan.
Eso es Dharamshala.
Clouds in the streets,
the rain flowing in form of river.
Hills in everywhere to walk up.
Hundreds of places to make shopping.
Temples that reflect their entire devotion in their religion.
A museum that preserves its history.
Families that will never forget their origins.
Thousands of tourists for year
That's Mc Leod Ganj.
Excitement flows through their veins
when they talk about their ancestor.
They proudly proclaim the strength that they have.
They defend their customs with love.
They defeat battles and wars.
They admire their religion.
They appreciate their culture.
They won't ever forget where they came from.
They are Tibetans.