Root out the weak concept of mind.
As this is my native place.
Which is our native place to find?
India is our own native palace.
Riot of district, state, village and city.
Why we have such disagreement friends?
We citizens should deem for unity.
And we all have upright judgement.
Our mother is just like our Goddess.
We civilians adore her every day,
To her patriots our mother may bless.
We finish her enemies without delay.
Hindu - Muslim are deceased here.
Hither we are buried and cremated.
All dwell in India every where.
Then, let us not to be debated.
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