The sky on my horizon is clear,
Am ready to take my wings there.
But wait, I see the air-breathing foul
With hatred, violence and intolerance,
Where my arms will rupture,
Where my flight will stop
Where my fresh air is checked.
I fear to fly high,
The Country of my dreams is on a stake,
Where people tend complacency of weirdness,
Where people tend to cater to meanness,
I differ that state to take my vow!
The land of my vision is pure,
Full of love and respect;
But, can I achieve the same city of fortune.
The belief of realization strikes back,
Our dusk of irrational has doomed!
It is a new face, a new mansion of new hope!
Let the earth breathe the poignant of love and devotion,
Let India call for the era of a free nation,
Let the bird of this new dawn fly every realm!
