Quotes

There is no Jesus more who will absorb All the sins into his cross; There is no Gautama more who will play Day and night the flute of wisdom Sitting under the shade of the Bodhi Tree; There is no Krishna more who will pour down The cloud of love into Radha's thirsty eyes; There is no Mohammad more who will rush To save you from the clutch of hungry Fire. O Man, O Horse, O Bull, Remember, there is no prophet more; Remember, except a love-lorn poet, There is no savior more.

Birds have no country, Fishes no country. Rivers count no Army, no Border. Showing thumbs to all raising guns and mighty kings, the rivers move running, tearing all barbed wires of the Border. O Man, where have you got the Border and the border-guards?

You say that you love Man. But when the poor come at your door, You turn your face aside. You say you love revolution. But when revolution calls you, You fall asleep.

An innocent boy leaving the lap of mom opened his fearful eyes in the war-trodden world, and asked in a depressed voice, 'Where have I come? ' I told him the name of the earth. The boy looked at the corners of the earth and with wonder and pain, seeing the towns and paths full of corpses and heart-rending bloods he further said, 'Tell me how man lives in this hell.' I said to him, 'Oh, it's a shame! Where is man in this hell? '

When people detest war and death like a dead rotten rat that spreads intolerable bad smell which way a mad dog detests water for its hydrophobia, - that habitation then can be called a country of worthless people where the sun should not rise ever, it should not rain and crops should not grow in the fields.

Toiletries are not necessary for your beauty, silk-sari and gold ornaments are not necessary; o flower, which dress you stay in, your beauty speaks penetrating each cell of your whole body.

I can't help offering a basket of snail-kisses when a woman like a duck stretches her lips wet with sunlight. When a woman stretches her love-lorn hands, o Yusuf, I can't refuse her like an impotent male.

You and me me and you flower-bee grass and dew.

A rose has bloomed so far, I get smell, can't see her. A rose has bloomed so high, Nose gets smell, can't see Eye. Daylight comes, daylight goes; Sleepless I love the rose.

They are men too like us. They have the right to live. They need love very much; It's our duty to give.