An onset of a tempest brews within, when people put on a veil of ignorance,
when unruly waves of indifference drowns many in its flow,
when plunderers in the guise of rulers silently kill,
we lament the gradual death of the soul.
Oh ! Did your freedom go in vain, in the eons of time?
The martyrs who valiantly chose to rest on your earthy bosom,
whose widows swallowed silent tears,
when the infinite sea of fighters united
to drape you in the tranquil costume of freedom.
Not all is lost, dear Mother
a glimmer of hope quells the darkness,
when selfless crusaders stride on a march
chanting slogans of equality for all
with a dream to see you, O Mother!
In your natural splendour,
where the belly’s don’t feel the hunger,
children tread on a path of knowledge,
a women is not robbed of her dignity,
where home is not a privilege of a few,
where the only religion followed is that of
humanity and brotherhood
where love and peace dwell for eternity.
Let’s join hands together to realise this dream
to make our motherland proud of all her children.
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