Chapter 43 "A Letter"

(India) Anrita Politan Imagine many paradises. The night showered me with blessings. Night fulfilled your promise to me.Dreams fly over my lips like a flock of birds drinking the fragrance of your breath.The walls are too high to see any light.Ye Yimeng as a game never told me anything, every song of mine is a letter to you, but I don't know why! You have not received even a single line. Postscript Amrita Pritam was born on August 31, 1919 in the city of Gujrangwala, India—a place that is now part of Pakistan.The only daughter of a well-known scholar, she wrote poetry in her teens and then spent two years as editor of a monthly magazine.

Her works are equally popular with readers in India and Pakistan.Because she spoke out the pain and hope in the hearts of the people of India.In her poems, she especially emphasizes that "the people belong to the land, and the land belongs to the people".She is against violence, against war.She is a young poet in the fine tradition of peace in India. Her works include fourteen collections of poetry, four novels, and three collections of short stories.She is writing in Punjabi.Her works have been translated into seven other Indian languages. The three poems published here have been translated from typewritten English translations sent by the author himself.The English translator of the first song is P. Machwe, and the latter two are R. Razvi.