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

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

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

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

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