Xiaoyu fell in love with this poem after watching this movie. . . There are many emotions in the poem. . . Patriotism. . . Friendship. . . Love of loved ones. . . Love of love. . . Slowly read it a few times, and you will get more and more insights. . .
My prisoner 786 I, prisoner number 786 look through the bars of the jail. I see days, months, years change to eons. I see days, months, years change to eons. From the soil of this land comes the fragrance of my father's fileds. The scorching sun reminds me of cheese made by Maati. This burning sun reminds me of my Maati's cool buttermilk. Rain brings the season of change This rain brings along with it the swings of my seasons. This winter fills me with the warmth of the fires of my Lodi. This winter fills me with the warmth of the fires of my Lodi. Why would I feel that Is that right? They say this is not your country then why does it feel like mine? Some people say that I am not like him, but why does he look like me? He says I am not like him, then why does he look like me? 我 Prisoner 786 From the fence of the prison, look through the bars of the jail. I see an angel who has descended from heaven. She said she was called Saamiya and she called me Veer She calls herself Saamiya and she calls me Veer. She is a complete stranger but treats me like a relative She' sa complete stranger, but treats me ss her own. Hearing her truthful words, I feel like living once more. Hearing her promises, I want to do something more and vows, I feel like doing something more. They said she is not my relatives and friends. But why does she fight the world for me? They say that she is no one of mine then why does she fight the world for me? Some people say that I am not like her then why does she look like me? He says that I'm not like her then why does she look like me? 我 Prisoner 786 Viewed out from the fence of the prison I, prisoner number 786, look through the bars of the jail. I see my Zaara by the colorful of the village I see my Zaara wrapped in the colours of my village. In making my dreams come true, she has forgotten her own. In serving my people, she has left behind her own. Now, I feel like filling her being with happiness. I feel like living another lifetime for her. They said it was my country and not hers. Why would she stay in my home? They say that my country is not hers then why is she staying in my home? Some people say that I am not like her then why does she look like me? He says that I'm not like her, then why does she look like me? 我 Prisoner 786 I, prisoner number 786 look through the bars of the jail. ——Excerpt from "Veer-Zaara" (爱no border)
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