Destiny sometimes makes one a foreigner in their own country

The foreign government does not have a bullet than can pierce through the chest of a patriot

In your rule to raise the voice against injustice is also a crime

People who lose their honesty when they make money ... they are worse than the poor even with the money

Stay right there ... otherwise I'll write the name of death on your chests with this pen of the gun

If the fathers shoes fit into the sons feet ... then he is not a kid anymore

To wear the sheet of honesty one does not need a body ... one needs a honest soul

By drawing blood hatred increases ... a decision is not made

Just like every crime has a mark ... exactly like that innocence has a proof

The bier of a father goes on the sons shoulders ... the bier of the son does not go on the fathers shoulders

Lovers of a country do not die ... they become immortal

Son, your mom died of a disease ... but don't let India catch this disease