'I wish to mark your forehead with sandal-wood paste.
I wish to tie a colored thread on your wrist.
But where are you'?
He was a farmer,
without any knowledge crossed the border,
imprisoned as a terrorist,
became victim of a historical controversy.
'I will make you free with all my might'.
Her dream was fulfilled
but everything was silent
and silence hardly accepts sandal-wood mark or colored thread.
Now she marks foreheads of many,
ties the wrists of many
in search of only one face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sad story, a wonderful poem...