Panchsheel

a poem by R.A. Jacob

When you occupied Tibet,

We found an aggressor for sure,

Yet you blind folded us,

Talking of panchsheel,five stones.

You devoured a country,

Called it an autonomous zone,

We protected Dalai Lama,

Granting asylum to a noble soul.

Panchsheel where is it,

Where are those foundation stones,

You have been killing our soldiers,

Claiming our land for sure.

I stand for freedom of Tibet,

I stand for freedom of China,

From the tyrant's hold,

Why should China suffer?

At the hands of a dictator for sure,

Mutual respect for each other territorial integrity,

Where did those stones fly?

One day they will fall back on you.

On that you will cry,

Today you are an aggressor,

Today you are filled with pride,

Tomorrow you'll pay the price.