66 baras ka azaad desh mera, Azaadi dhoondta hai..
Ummat yahan..
Mazhab Paise Sharab ko zyada, Vote kam tolta hai..
Kayi uljahon mein ghire..
Ek nayee subah, Phir ek nayaa salaar dhoondta hai..
Ab ki baar...
Na Sharab Paisa Mazhab, Koi sarkar chune,
Sirf aur sirf jantaa ka vote hi, Aaj ise chune,
Aashaa hai ki aaj, Jantaa ke voton ki jeet ho,
Mere desh ki jeet ho, Desh ki khub unnati ho..
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