Oh! My Motherland,
Beautiful country of Bharat
We pray for your stability and survival
At Midnight you were liberated from the British
A great number of masses still in anguish
Groping in darkness and despair
With Poverty and Ignorance as only companions.
You are a plural society
Craving for unity amidst diversity
Bristling with composite culture
Striving to reconcile with regional identity
But alas,
The sycophants and men of senitude
Conducting exhibition in the art of flattery
Want to enslave you
Plan to crush you
By a heavy hand of
Caste and religion
Creed and color,
And by erecting language barrier.
Oh! My mother land
Beautiful country of Bharat
Will you meekly submit and perish
Under the heavy weight of corruption.
No. you are not destined to die
Yours is a tender plant of democracy
That should grow and prosper
Taking care of the little poor ones.
Dec 1989
Beautiful country of Bharat
We pray for your stability and survival
At Midnight you were liberated from the British
A great number of masses still in anguish
Groping in darkness and despair
With Poverty and Ignorance as only companions.
You are a plural society
Craving for unity amidst diversity
Bristling with composite culture
Striving to reconcile with regional identity
But alas,
The sycophants and men of senitude
Conducting exhibition in the art of flattery
Want to enslave you
Plan to crush you
By a heavy hand of
Caste and religion
Creed and color,
And by erecting language barrier.
Oh! My mother land
Beautiful country of Bharat
Will you meekly submit and perish
Under the heavy weight of corruption.
No. you are not destined to die
Yours is a tender plant of democracy
That should grow and prosper
Taking care of the little poor ones.
Dec 1989
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