Letters from Prison

At the bottom of a dark prison cell
A voice of quiet prayer
Though bound by chains
My soul cannot be bound

My struggle is non-violence
The powerless are the strongest
My path is disobedience
Because I follow only the truth

My Life My Message
My way of life is my message
Continuing to sow seeds of love
Love your neighbor, love yourself

Swadeshi—
A way of life rooted in one's own land
Shindo-funi (Body and soil are not two)—
The soil and my life are one

I am here, thinking of the world
While spinning a small thread
Looking at tomorrow through iron bars
The world changes starting with us

Letter from Prison

In the depth of darkness,
my voice whispers in silent prayer.
Though bound in chains,
my soul remains free.

My struggle is non-violence;
the weakest hold the greatest strength.
My path is disobedience;
I follow only truth.

My life is my message—
my actions speak louder than words.
Planting seeds of love,
loving neighbors as myself.

Swadeshi—
living rooted in one’s own land.
“Shindo-funi”—
soil and self inseparably one.

Here in this cell,
I think of the world, spinning thread.
Beyond these iron bars, I see tomorrow:
the world changes through us.

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