A rich heritage, a treasure trove of knowledge,
A paradise puffed up with Nature’s bounty,
An antiquity glorifying feats of lineages;
Your 1.3 billion children bow to you, O Mother.
Flourishing civilizations maturing to 1000s of years;
Where Charak Sushrut unveiled secrets to wellness,
Where Yagya purified the mind and milieu,
Where Krishn spread wisdom with the Gita,
Yoga enlightening beings yesterday and today.
O Mother, today you breathe chaos rooted intense
At the cost of sacrifice of your sons at the border,
And by your shelter at the hands of Naxalism;
Four-pronged are your children divided deep,
Of India and Bharat, secularism and saffronism.
Wake up from your slumber, O Mother,
Your 1.3 billion children invoking you;
It is time you uphold the roots that hold firm,
Our accord, our harmony and let peace prevail.
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