The Conspiring Buddhist-Chineese - Poem by Rajendran Muthiah
We can’t build again China’s’ Great Wall’
but Nature made Himalayas tall.
Enjoy in Tibet your honeymoon.
Don’t encroach on our Ladakh, you hoon.
In ‘gym’, you are on top.
‘cross the borders don’t hop.
From Lhasa, to Dhalailama, make a call.
Upto Dharmsala can’t your tongue loll.
To play tricks, India isn’t a doll.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Dhalailama, the deposed Head of the Tibettans has been living in a Buddha-temple in Dharmsala. From Ladakh to Dharmsala, the Chineese can travel in dark to do anything evil.
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