Sixty two summers have elapsed after you became a republic,
A cradle that yields all good to its public
A soil where four religions sprouted
Other major doctrines also you welcomed
Varied thoughts and different cultures,
Keep them united, pluralism you embraced.
Like a big banyan you stand
Giving shade and shelter to all kind!
Many a looters came disguised,
All your wealth they plundered.
Like the legendary vessel
Inexhaustible you still remain!
‘Ahimsa' was the ‘manthra'
Chanted by the ‘netha'
Yoke of slavery thrown and flown
With a struggle till then unknown!
Like a bug on cattle's back
Neighbor tried a lot to poke
Phlegmatic you stand never provoked
Sin of fratricide you never preferred.
Worries are many; wounds still bleed
Wars from outside, wars within
Mammoth size corruption- all pervasive
Yet you propel yourself forth!
Ordeals are short lived
Bygone glories sure regained.
Blessed I'm born in your soil
Legacy inherited no one can spoil!
Oh! Mother India!
Lulled by the sacred waters
Guarded by the majestic Himalayas
Let the tricolor fly in its full glory!
Unbeaten you are, born to win!
Jai Hind!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great......A true poem by a true Indian.