Decades ago my people enlivened to freedom
Dawn barged in my country without ‘their kingdom’
Fought against slavery and it’s boredom
We rose,we stood,we vowed
To move with prodigious momentum
Keeping the reminiscence of revolts like a memorandum
From the chains of imperialism and it’s ministry
My motherland sought her liberty
Trying to uplift my people from ‘their mercy’
My people who were thirsty,looking forward to a radiant country
The country of aesthetic beauty and benign culture
The country often remembered for farmers and agriculture
The country of Indo-Mughal-Persian architecture
It’s only my country where all religions nurture
But why are my people sad?
O’look at ‘that’ face,torn and bad
Something bothers them;biting one’s nail
Oh!they are not glad!!
O’Look at that man,
Wearing those torn clothes ;skin tan
He doesn’t appear to be a free citizen,
Is he even a human???