O Mother India, gift of freedom so bright,
Written in blood, in struggle and fight.
From chains of darkness, a nation arose,
On August fifteenth, a new dawn chose.
A Constitution built on justice and right,
A promise of equality, a guiding light.
Through debates and storms, a vision came true,
A nation was shaped for me and you.
But tell me, does that dream still remain?
Or is it lost in corruption and silent pain?
Where truth is sold for a handful of gold,
And justice bends, helpless and cold.
In the name of faith, in the shadow of fear,
Hearts grow distant, though we live so near.
Brother against brother, divided we stand,
Forgetting the soul of this sacred land.
When elections arrive, promises rain,
Words fill the air—but are they in vain?
In the game of power, voices are drowned,
And the common man's cries make no sound.
Bribes paint darkness over truth's bright face,
Shadows of greed leave a lasting trace.
Even beyond borders, the echoes are heard,
A nation's honor shaken by every word.
Yet, this land still moves, it never stands still,
In dreams of the youth lies an unbroken will.
Voices are rising, refusing the wrong,
A silent revolution is growing strong.
O Mother India, hear this plea today,
Let truth and justice lead the way.
End this darkness, let a new sun rise,
Where hope lives on—and humanity never dies.