He looks at the left from his left eye,
his left hand is ready for a defense.
He looks at the right from his right eye,
his right hand is ready for an offense.
His eyes are on the front with his blitzkrieg front feet,
the two back legs firmly footed in the homeland for the fifth columnists.
He is a dangerous horse I tell you!
If required he can fly like a flying horse,
and if required in the ocean he may become a whale.
Still broad is his bosom,
his loving heart prefers peace on the war.
I love the men, women and children of this entire sub-continent, I love its greenery, I love its culture. I wish love, friendship and peace to all. But if Modi imposes a war upon us I shall say, " Let all be destroyed."
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I would like to translate this poem
Let all nation's be together, let all people of this be together, Let all religion s be together, let all of us share each other.