The same river flows between the country and abroad
The water floats in the current in the same wave
The map just determines the flowing river
I build bridges between two countries with poetry.
In terms of language culture, you write in your own language.
I write my language in the vocabulary of deep thought.
A mother’s grief and hunger on Indian soil
The way it cries, in the eyes of the mother of another country
The water is deep in the heart of the sadness in the room of silence.
Hatred is another name for war, riot or loss of community
Only poetry is buried in the void of human consciousness.
A passport is not required for this crossing of poetry.
No visa is required for human suffering
Only faith, love and heart touch the heart
You can go to the bridge of poetry only if you have the feeling.
